#edward cullen/reader

[justagirlswrld]

Ephemeral.

a/n: i was looking for some edward cullen fics and decided to write one because i couldn’t get this plot out my head(most likely been done but oh well my turn). this is my first piece of writing that i’ve shared so feed back is welcomed! don’t be a asshole though.

summary: ephemeral- e·phem·er·al- lasting for a very short time.

warnings: long asf. sorry for errors. edward cullen/jacob black. not a lot of Y/N use. fem!reader, teen!reader, slight witch!reader. maybe ooc, kind of movie and book. reader is “older” then eddy. jacob is aged up to bella’s age. au where jacob isn’t a creep. edward has more than one sperm. no explicit sex scenes but sexual intercourse/loss of virginity implied. angst? not sure if this counts as mature content but added a warning just to be sure. hope you enjoy.

The day you met Edward Cullen was cold, wet and dark.

Since you were born and raised in Forks you always assumed that this was the small town’s default weather but today’s rain was plentiful and unforgiving.

Your dad honked the car’s horn again as you hurriedly slipped on the rain boots your mother gifted you for your 15th birthday. You grabbed your umbrella and dashed out the front door before jumping into the back seat of your parent’s BMW.

It was the first day of sophomore year and they wanted to make sure they sent you off personally. You weren’t complaining about it though. Most kids your age would probably moan or groan about the frequent hugs or kisses on the cheek from your parents but with your dad being a traveling physician and your mom being one of the few doctors at Fork’s hospital you cherished the limited interactions with them.

You didn’t think they’d be able to send you off, let alone drop you off at school anyway. You assumed you’d be riding the musty, yellow school bus. You couldn’t contain your smile as you talked idly with your parents from the backseat and watched the rain and emerald trees fly by from the window.

You would’ve been nervous if you hadn’t grown up with most of your peers or if your best friend, Nina, wasn’t waiting for you in front of the school. A red umbrella protected her from the rain but her thin, grey jacket didn’t do much against the cold, you could see her teeth chattering from the backseat. You kissed your parent’s cheeks and told them goodbye before jumping onto the wet concrete.

Nina’s hair fell in soft, inky tendrils down her back and you made sure not to make a mess of them when you two hugged. She smelled like lilacs as you told her how much you missed her and she returned the sentiment.

You and Nina had been inseparable since diapers, your grandmothers were best friends before Nina’s grandma passed a few years ago. You didn’t get to see much of Nina this summer since your grandma wanted you to take the witch side of your heritage more seriously.

You complained to Nina in a hushed whisper about your grandma making you spend all summer picking different plants for her elixirs as you walked through the big, doors of Forks high school. Nina filled you in about her summer on the reservation as you stuffed unneeded items in your locker.

You two ended up parting ways; Nina going to social studies and you to math. Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it was time for lunch.

You sat in the back of the loud cafeteria with Nina and a four other girls you knew. When you plopped down in your seat you were instantly pulled into the excited chatter. “Did you see the new boy?” , Amanda (you were pretty sure that was her name) asked as she unpeeled an orange.

All eyes turned to you. “Uh, no”, you ate a spoonful of apple sauce, “I didn’t know there was a new boy.” This sent the girls into a frenzy, all five of them talking over each other to describe this mysterious new boy. You caught some of what they were trying to tell you. Tall, quiet, handsome but you had to scrunch your face up and shake your head when you caught the word freshman.

Nina rolls her eyes at you, “Oh, yeah. Y/N likes her men older.” It was your turn to roll your eyes but you didn’t deny it, even though the oldest (and only) boy you ever spoke to romantically was only a year older. Amanda(you think) shrugs her shoulders. “More for me then”

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

The dismissal bell rang faster than you thought it would. You walk Nina to the bus and give her a parting hug as she promised to call you later. The squeak of your wet shoes was the only sound that accompanied you on your walk to the music room.

Your parents had a rule that you had to have an after school activity and you decided not to go with volleyball this year and instead would take piano. Playing the piano was nothing new to you. Your grandfather taught you the basics and a doleful lullaby before he passed, your father taught you the rest. You didn’t mind honing your skills, especially since you were only able to play a few days this summer.

Your instructor, who was also the 12th grade science teacher, had left a note on the door saying he’d be late so you made yourself comfortable on the bench in front of the large, ebony piano. You stretched your legs and cracked your neck and fingers. You poke two manicured fingers on the keys closest to you. Two sweet notes fill the air.

Once you were settled you took a deep, shaky breath as nervousness crept into your mind. Don’t they say if you don’t use it you’ll lose it? You thought, mind once again going to the limited amount of practice you had this summer. But you swallowed that down and with no other worrying thoughts you began to play.

Relief flooded through you, your fingers pulled to the keys like they were magnets. The sounds coming from the piano were literally music to your ears. Soon you were in your own world, the pitter patter from the rain fell into the background as you continued playing the haunting tune on the piano. When your fingers finally stilled you were startled by the sound of clapping from behind you. You jumped about thirty feet in surprise and whirled around to see who had frightened you. The scowl on your face instantly disappeared.

Ethereal was the first word that came to mind when you took him in. With his perfect,bronze hair and chiseled jaw he looked like he stepped out from the pages of The Odyssey. It seemed like his lithe framed towered over you from your place on the bench. The boy peered down at you through thick lashes. A smile was on his full lips but his eyes were serious. Why haven’t I seen him sooner? This can’t be the new boy.

“Hello”

You mirror the greeting.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jubilation laces his smooth voice, like he told a joke you hadn’t caught on to. “I heard the music and had to see who was playing.”He holds out a pale hand for you to shake. “I’m Edward Cullen.” His grip is strong and his hand is freezing from the frigid weather. You eye the grey peacoat he wears, probably does nothing for the cold. You shake his hand and give him your name. Edward rolls your name around on his tongue, it almost sounds better than the melody you just finished playing.

“Are you new to Forks?”, You hope you sound friendly. “Yes. My family and I just moved here”, he places his hands in his coat pocket. No way he’s a freshman. “That song was beautiful…did you compose it?”, You shake your head, “My grandfather. I watched him play it growing up.” “May I sit?”, Edward asks, studying you with topaz eyes. “Sure.”, You swore you heard a waver in your voice.

Edward takes up so much space on the bench, you didn’t realize how broad his shoulders were when he was standing up. Edward shakes out his hands then begins playing a rich, mournful song of his own. Your eyebrows shoot up as you watch his slender fingers gracefully prance across the keys. Then as soon as he begins he finishes.

“….Dont take this the wrong way are you sure you were born in this time period?.” He laughs and you would’ve said it was the most melodic sound you ever heard but freshman is written on his forehead in red ink. That sly smile returns to his face as he gets up from the bench, it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

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You and Edward don’t speak the following weeks. You greet each other with looks and slight head nods but don’t talk again. He’s always with his family; a very muscular boy, a girl with spiky hair, a statuesque blonde and a boy who looks perpetually tormented.

You do notice him in places you didn’t before like the hall, the library, the cafeteria(how he didn’t like lunch food because he never touched his tray)and Geometry. You find yourself (hopefully) secretly studying him. Unfortunately for you he’s handsome. His light eyes, shining hair. The way he doesn’t carry himself like a freshman at all, he reminds you more of a young gentleman. Unfortunately for you he was handsome.

You learn from your mom when she calls you from one night at work to tell you that Dr.Cullen is their adoptive father. “I think it’s amazing that he would give all those children a lovely home.”

That same call is the reason you run into Edward at the hospital.

Your mom forgot her dinner and didn’t want to leave and get anything so your dad thought it would be a good time to let you behind the wheel. When you get to the break room your mom and Dr.Cullen are chatting. They both lounge in plastic chairs, you hug your mom and place the Tupperware on the white table. “Carlisle, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

You and Dr.Cullen smile at each other, he asks you how you are and you do the same. You take in his angular jaw, amber eyes and fair hair. When he’s not looking you and your mom make eye contact. He looks like he should be in movies. “Edward mentioned you played piano.” Your chest warms at that and inwardly you roll your eyes. “Yeah, i’ve been playing for my whole life.” After polite conversation you’re able to escape leave and in your rush you run straight into a wall and land on your butt.

But then a cold, pale hand is reaching out to you and you realize it’s Edward.

“Are you okay?”, his voice sounds like honey. He pulls you back to your feet with one hand and you see his biceps flex in his black shirt. “Yes. Thank you.” At first you two stand there awkwardly, then hesitantly fall into friendly conversation before you two both part ways.

The next two months are filled with studying, crafting elixirs and learning minor spells, Nina and….Edward. He’d become something like a friend…an acquaintance? you’re not sure but somehow you seem to find yourself having conversations with him at school. You’d learned little things about him like his birthday, He was gemini. You were an aries and that made you and him compatible….not that it mattered. He learned things about you like your favorite color and about your cat, rose.

Sometimes he’d come by piano practice and listen for a moment. He’d watch you with an expression you couldn’t read, maybe ask about your day then leave. Edward was just as hesitant as you were to become whatever you were. He’d say stuff like, “I’m not someone you should be friends with” or something else broody and mysterious. You’d roll your eyes and laugh. Edward would laugh too but his eyes always held a seriousness behind them.

Until one bleak day after a long,piano practice you’re walking to your car, listening to your ipod without a care in the world. You trip over a fallen branch before you realize it and you brace yourself to hit the ground. When you open your eyes you’re standing on two feet instead.

Your mind is in a frenzy before you notice the frozen hand on your arm. You fix your headphones, placing them around your neck. Edward’s topaz eyes- not topaz, they were some weirder…darker color. His eyes bore into yours the whole time. “Thanks”, Edward lets you go, “You’re welcome.” You look at the boy, you weren’t sure if that was a good word to describe him. “How did you get over to me so fast?” you ask him curiously. He smiles, eyes hard, “I was behind you. I was calling your name but I guess you couldn’t hear me over the music.”

Edward walks with you to your car, if you could even describe it as walking. He seemed to glide more than anything. Edward opens your door for you and you laugh as you slide into the drivers seat . “You are not 15, how old are you really?” Edward leans on your car, hovering over you. “Why do I always have to defend my age with you?” You look up at him, his hair is disheveled and his dark eyes are trained on you.

“Because I don’t believe you.” He looks at me incredulously, “I’m not 15 because I have manners?”, Edward asks you. A smile playing on his lips. You smile back and don’t hesitate to say “exactly”. He laughs but his voice is stern when he says, “I’m done trying not to be your friend.” For a moment there’s only the sound of birds and bugs.

“Me too.”

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Your grandma had always deemed January 3rd the best day to forage velvet foot mushrooms. This particular January 3rd you were staying with your grandma while your parents were away at a conference. Your grandma lived in a small house in the middle of the woods. The only indicator that there was a house was the long stone walk way, lined by small lights your dad put up. Your parents had offered to buy her a house in town but she refused. She’d said something about working better in the forest.

You knew your grandma would need a lot of mushrooms to make the elixir that soothed the pain in her hands and ankles so you offered to find them for her. You didn’t mind missing school. You laced up your boots, put on your coat and grabbed your basket. You gave your grandma a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back before dark.”, you reassure her.

The sun was beating down on you as you trekked through the woods but it did little to help the cold that seeped through your jacket. You cursed yourself for not bringing your gloves. You thanked god when you stumbled on a patch of velvet feet deep in the woods. You bend down to inspect the mushrooms and begin filling your basket, there’s a comfortable silence. You jump then tense when an inhumane scream too close to where you’re foraging rips through the forest. A few birds fly out the trees but the rest of the animals go silent, or had they been silent the whole time?

A stag bursts through the bushes beside you and you’re knocked on your tailbone, wincing when you hit the hard ground. The stag doesn’t go far, it staggers to the ground some feet away.

It looked like a bear…or wolf had tried to gut it. The animal was covered in blood and more leaked out onto the cold forest floor. You sat in shock as you watched the steam rising from the dying animal. That’s when rustling comes from the same brush. You scramble to your feet, crying out when a sharp pain blossoms in the area you fell on. Confusion overtakes the feeling of pain when a black boot comes through the foliage.

You register bronze hair,a manic expression, coal black eyes and…..shiny skin. Not shiny but dazzling skin. He almost looked like he had been set aflame. you want to cover your eyes or look away but you can’t. you were ensnared in Edward’s trap.

“Ed-Edward?” Is all you manage to strangle out. His head snaps to you, faster than you ever seen anyone move. You stare at each other, you take in his skin, it reminds you of your mother’s diamond earrings dancing in the sun.

Edward doesn’t respond. Everything but his hair, eyes and feet are covered in the stag’s blood. It drips down his hands and covers his mouth in a way that suggests he ran a hand over the bottom half of his face. Finally he’s able to look away from you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Edward lets out a pained sound that sends more birds soaring from the trees before running away. The gust of wind leaves your hair flying and leaves rustling. You grab the basket of mushrooms from the forest floor before bolting in the direction of your grandmas house.

How was he that fast? You think as you run to the house, trying to ignore the pain in your back. If you can even call what he just did running, if you would’ve blinked you would’ve never seen him leave.

You stumble over branches as your mind races. His skin. Like he was set aflame. You had read about his skin somewhere. You hold onto that thought until you’re finally bursting through the rickety doors of your grandma’s house. You ignore your her screams of “no running!” as you go up the winding staircase two at a time.

When you reach your the small potion room you take long strides until you’re in front of the books thrown haphazardly over her desk. You go through book after book until you found the title you were searching for. Gripping its aged spine you step closer to the light coming from the circular window.

Your grandmother’s bestiary was a thick, worn, book and you knew it well. You read this book from cover to multiple times a day as a kid, entranced by the drawings that seemed to pop off the page and their fanciful colors. You flipped and flipped and flipped until you find the page you’re searching for. Instead of warm hues this page was drawn in white, red, black and grey.

The bits of yellow on the left page helped depict a man shining in the sunlight. it looked like the author had attached real diamonds portray the man’s skin. The page on the right shows a black eyed… person? covered in blood from head to toe. It’s hard to read but you believe Vampyre is written in crude, black letters above both pages. More information is written wherever there’s room on the pages but it’s unintelligible due to age.

You planned to confront Edward the next day at school. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t show. That remained the same for the next week. You kept the book in your bag just incase you ran into him though.

The sky was clear the on the Friday you decided to skip piano lessons and go to Nina’s house instead. Her mom greeted you with a warm hug. Her brown eyes were happy as you two spoke about school and her new job.

You were lying on the couch rereading a horror book when Nina suggested visiting her father on the Quileute reservation. The clock on the end table beside you read 6:00 pm. It would be getting dark soon and you weren’t sure if you should be out late with a Vampyre running around. Against your better judgement you agreed.

The ride to La push was quiet beside the light singing that came from the radio of Nina’s pick up truck. You felt wrong not telling Nina about your suspicions about Edward. There was no secrets between you two and if a vampire was terrorizing Forks she should be the first to know. But you wanted to be sure you weren’t losing your mind first.

There was a great bonfire going when you two arrived, it seemed like everyone was out of their homes and surrounding the inviting fire. They were talking in light conversation, most leaning over to try to warm their fingers from the frigid cold. You recognized some faces from frequenting the reservation with Nina. Like Mr.Billy Black who sat by Nina’s dad and Mr.Blacks son, Jacob. You recognized his friends as well but couldn’t remember their names.

Nina’s father wraps you both up into a big, bear hug. The large man practically lifts both of you off your feet. You and the others around the fire fall into a comfortable conversation. Jacob and his friends have you holding your stomach with laughter. The elders share spine chilling stories about men who can shift from humans to wolves and it has you wondering just how much of it is made up.

When the cool, night air rolls around you and Nina are saying your goodbyes. You hug everyone around the bonfire before departing in her truck. “Call me when you get home! I love you!”, You say while hopping out the passenger seat and onto the rough gravel of your drive way. You notice that your parents cars are gone and the house is pitch black, besides the twinkling light that brightens the porch. Mom and dad must be at work. Nina waves goodbye as she drives away.

You thanked god you didn’t forget your key as you turned it into the lock. The house is cold and you don’t wait for your eyes to adjust as you fumble for the light switch. You wince when you find it and bright lights flood the vast living room. You grab a bottle of water from the kitchen and fill Rose’s bowl, humming a lively tune to yourself the whole time.

When you finally make it upstairs and to your room, you push the door open to reveal a slender figure dressed elegantly in black sitting on your bed. Your reflexes cause you to throw your water bottle at Edward with a yip. He dodges it effortlessly. You scuttle to the far end of room, knocking over trinkets on your desk. His eyes had returned to their original golden color and they watched you intently from his place on the edge of your bed.

You move your lips to ask him how he got in your house but notice the open window beside you l, the white curtains fluttering from the night breeze.

“What are you doing here?”, you try to say as confidently as possible. You were scared out of your mind but he didn’t have to know that. “Why do you smell like a mutt?”, your eyes brows scrunch together in confusion. “What?” Your eyes stay trained on him as you grab your book bag from where it slouched on the leg of your desk. “I’m asking the questions.” You dig in the bag and his stare is unreadable. “And I don’t want any weird, mysterious half answers either.” You finally grasp the bestiary and he watches you flip until you find the two pages you discovered weeks ago.

You tread across the space separating you two, gripping the book by its worn spine. When you reach him you shove the illustrations in his face. “Vampyre- that’s why you were sparkling in the woods. Thats why you’re always freezing! That’s why you don’t act or talk like a 15 year old-“ Edward shakes his head, his perfect, bronze hair never moving out of place. He smirks but his eyes are razor sharp, “You think you figured it out?” He takes the book from your hands, tracing the diamonds depicting the man’s skin- his skin in the sunlight.

you cross your arms indignantly, “Yeah, I do actually.” He flips through the book, it’s a very quick motion. Inhumane. Topaz eyes meet yours and a chill goes down your spine. You wonder if you should find something else to throw.

Edward’s voice is stony, “No one will believe you.” He rises to his full height and looks down at you harshly..maybe with a bit of fear as well. “I wasn’t going to tell anyone….as long as you’re only eating animals.” You tell him, blinking up at him through thick lashes.

He lets out a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh, “If I was feeding on humans who would stop me?!” He flits from in front of you to look out of your large window, a hand resting on the frame. You turn to face him and you hate how..strong his back looked in the moment. “I’m a killer, Y/N” He turns back to you now, his features bathed in pale moonlight. “I can control my….urges but this is why I didn’t want to be…friends with you.” He spits the word out like it burned him.

You don’t respond and only stare at his ashen face. His eyes look go from hard to..vulnerable, soft even. “How do I know you won’t tell anyone?” You walk over to him and take his large, icy hand in yours. You guide him to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. Edward watches you quizzically, you’re sure there was a smart remark on his tongue.

You snap your fingers together and a thick puff of smoke appears, you blush but laugh at the shock on Edwards’s face. “How-“ He starts but you shush him. “That’s not what was supposed to happen.” You try again..and then again and finally when you think you’re just embarrassing yourself a pure, bright light beams from your fingers. You cup the sunlight into the palm of your hand and bring it to you and Edwards’s face.

The light bounces off Edward’s skin and it’s like thousands of diamonds dance in place of his usual pale skin. You don’t think when you place your other hand on his cheek and rub your thumb across his skin. It’s still cold to the touch and hard, like granite.

You drop your left hand and extinguish the light by balling your right hand into a fist. You sit back and Edward stares at you with another unreadable expression. “I’m a witch…not a very good one but still.” You nudge his strong shoulder with yours, “You won’t tell my secret and I won’t tell yours.” And to your surprise Edward agrees with very little argument.

You two spend the rest of the night bouncing questions off each other. Edward is sprawled over your bed, pillow under his head when he tells you that his family are “vegetarians” meaning they only drain animals. “That’s why are eyes are gold,” He explains to you in his silky voice, “If we drank from humans they’d be red.”

You’re propped up against your large, wooden head board when as Edward explains how and why he was turned. “Did it piss you off that I was right about you not being 15?”is your snarly response. Edward actually smiles then mirrors your remark, “Yeah, it did actually.”

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Since that night you and Edward’s relationship did a 180. You two were no longer reluctant friends but close. You met his family and he met yours. Sometimes they sat with you and Nina at lunch. Well, him, Rosalie and Emmet.

The eccentric one , Alice, didn’t really seem to like you. She seemed to leer at you like she knew something you didn’t. Other times you would skip practice and go to Edward’s beautiful home to watch him play while his skin shimmers in the sun from the expansive windows in the Cullen house.

Edward taught you about vampire gifts and you showed him a few simple elixirs for fun. You taught yourself how to use your powers to block your mind from him but the simple spell took more power than you could manage. Did you really care that Edward could read your mind? Sometimes you felt like he could do it without the powers.

You’d complain to him about school, boys, potions and your parents. And he’d complain about wanting to rip out your math teachers throat. Edward would sneak into your room through your open window some nights and you’d talk until the sun came up. You even played baseball with his family on one stormy day. He explained to from the drivers seat of his Volvo that they had to play during storms to cover up the sound.

“Will you be here for my birthday?” You asked one day when he was driving you home from school. It was March 10th (thirteen days from your 16th birthday) and that meant less gloomy weather and more “camping trips” for the Cullens.

He pulled into your long, empty drive way and you looked at him expectantly. He gave a sheepish look in return. “I’m sorry but we leave today. It’s supposed to be very sunny these next few weeks and Carlisle doesn’t want to risk it.” He emphasizes this by putting his pale hand into the rays of sunlight that entered the car.

You take his shimmering hand in yours, chest turning. You try to keep the disappointment off your face. “Don’t be upset.”, You drop his hand and roll your eyes, “I’m not upset. stay out of my head.” Edward laughs, “Keep your wall up and I wouldn’t be able to get in it.” You don’t tell him that keeping it up for an extending period of time almost had you passing out in gym.

“And anyway, you’ll have Mack or Matt-“, he waves his hand dismissively,”To keep you company.” He has a charming smile on his face, his white teeth gleam just as much as his skin. You try not to smile back and keep a stern tone, “I keep telling you his name is Chris.” But I don’t want Matt or Chris to keep me company, I want you.

You don’t say the rest out loud but you’re confident he heard it anyway with how his eyes flutter to yours. His expression is unreadable. You thought it was unfair that he could dig in your mind but you didn’t know how he was feeling half the time.

Someone calling you name is what pulled you out of your dream and into consciousness during the wee hours of your birthday. The voice was deep, irresistible even- “Edward?” You called, mind still slow and groggy with sleep. You sit up and blink your eyes a few times to help them adjust to the darkness. Edward is sitting beside you on the bed. At first you think you might be dreaming but your brain could never conjure up an image this perfect.

His bronze hair is damp and you guess it’s from the light downpour that was happening outside your window. He smells woodsy and of cologne when you hug him tight. He does the same to you, you don’t say it out loud but you missed Edward while he was gone.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Edward pulls the string to turn on the lamp on your night stand. You finally look down and notice a small, velvet box in his alabaster hands. “Thanks. But you didn’t have to get me anything.” You take the box out of Edward’s open hand, shivering when your fingers brush his cold palm. “Yes, I did.” A boyish smile adorns Edward’s face as he watches you open the box and hold up the gold necklace to the faint light.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful.” You motion for him to help you put it on. When his slender fingers brush your neck you’re sure your heart is beating faster than the day you saw him in the woods. Edward’s looking at you with a smoldering expression and you have to tear your eyes away from him. “How much was this?” You begin ranting about how he didn’t have to buy the necklace but he shush’s you when his cold hand reached out and fixes the locket hanging just above the clothed valley of your breasts.

“Don’t worry. Carlisle gave it to me…and now i’m giving it to you.” You grip his shoulder as you get out the bed. Edward watches you as you walk over to your bathroom, thanking him the whole way there. The locket really was beautiful, you couldn’t help but admire it in the bathroom mirror. An image of you kissing Edward flashes into your mind and you blush and groan at yourself.

You’d always thought Edward was handsome but that was a sore topic for you. Albeit he was one of your best friends and you didn’t want to ruin that relationship…..but a kiss couldn’t hurt.

You call his name, fingering the locket around your neck. But when you poke your head out the bathroom he’s gone.

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“What happened to you and Chris?”

“Who’s Chris?” You put down the magazine you were flipping through, a laugh in your voice when you reply to Edward. He sits beside you on the black, leather sofa in his room.

When summer started a few days ago you were sure that you and Edward’s relationship would tank . You were happy you were wrong.

Edward flits off the sofa and over to one of the many shelves filled to the top with cds, his back is to you but you can hear him clearly. “So…you’re only thinking about being with me because you and Chris are over?”, he feigns reading a cd. You feel like he’s genuinely looking for an answer because you actually remembered to put your wall up(even if you did drop it a moment later). You smile lightly at the thought of “being” with Edward.

“For one there was never a me and Chris. Two, I’ve thought about being with you since you walked in on me playing the piano.” You get up and walk over to the wall sized window to hide your blush. You wrap your arms around yourself as you wait for a reply. Edward is behind you in less than a second, cool air accompanies him as his limber body towers over you. His breath on your neck makes the soft hair resting there stand up.

“Good because I was thinking about tearing him apart whenever I passed him in the hallway.” Your skips a beat and you turn to look up at him. “Was Edward Cullen jealous?” You’re sure if he was alive he would’ve blushed, instead a smile paints his full lips. You can’t help but to look at them before meeting his light eyes. “I’ve never felt that emotion”, he says sarcasm lacing his pleasing voice.

You reach out and pull him into a cold hug, your face in his hard pecs. Your mind wanders to how good he looks in the fitted black shirt and grey sweats. You’re ready to let the compliment fly out your lips when Edward’s body goes rigid and he stops breathing. You look up at him the best you can, confusion painting your features. His expression is pained as he takes a step away from you.

“You can’t like me that way.” You deflate a little as you turn back to gaze at the scenery outside his window. Edward’s tone leaves no room for argument, “I’m not the good guy.. i’m a monster.” He doesn’t elaborate and you don’t force him to.

As you peer at the river with your arms crossed and the locket Edward gave you heavy around your neck, you think about how you don’t believe him.

You wave Nina goodbye from your porch and watch as she drives away. The cool morning air causes you to shiver slightly. Your parents were at another convention, this one was in Australia and with you now being 16 your parents felt you were okay to stay at the house alone (you’ve been doing that anyway but that’s neither here nor there).

You decided to stay the night at the reservation with Nina. You smiled to yourself as you think about a joke Jacob told last night, pulling out your house key to unlock the door.

The heavy ,white door swings open and a pale hand catches your arm in a steely grip, pulling you over the threshold and in your living room. Edward has you pressed into his hard chest, engulfing you in scent and it sends your head spinning. Edward’s breathing is hard but his voice is even when he says, “You and Nina were playing with the mutts again.” It’s more of a statement than a question.

You untangle yourself out of his muscular arms and punch his chest, wincing in pain immediately after. But you pull yourself together and make your voice stern, “Didn’t I tell you not call them that?” Edward had caved and ended up telling you about him and his families violent history with the wolves. Now you really knew what it meant when he hurled the word mutt or dog when he was talking about them.

You throw your wall up, eyes trained on Edward as he flops as ungracefully as a vampire can onto your living room couch. He has a smirk on his handsome face, “Its kind of annoying that I can’t read your mind.”

“Vice versa.”,

Edward laughs but your face is stony. “I don’t understand you.”

“I’m a vampire. You’re not supposed to.”, he says in a ‘duh’ type of tone. You sit in the arm chair beside him. You look in his tawny eyes with the most serious face you can muster, “You confuse me. You tell me you’re a monster but pull me into your arms? You tell me I can’t like you that way but hold me until I fall asleep?”

You tear your eyes away from his and put your face in your palms in frustration. You drop your hands and look at him again, his face was solemn but you continued. “I like being your..friend. But if that’s all we’re going to be we need to calm down a little bit..because I like you.” He huffs and looks away for you a moment like he’s gathering his thoughts. For a moment you’re scared (and a little hurt) that he might agree.

“I’m too old for you, Y/N”, he’s using his quiet, seductive voice but his eyes are conflicted. “You’re only a year older than me.” You say confidently. “I’m 86 years older than you.”

You shake your head at him, “No, you’ve been one year older than me for 86 years.” A slight frown comes to Edward’s beautiful face, “Even if that made sense, a person like you.. shouldn’t be with someone like me.” Your eyebrows knit together, “Someone like me?”

Edward lets out an exasperated sigh as leans back onto the couch. His hands fidget on his knees. “You wouldn’t understand, you said it yourself.” It’s your turn to let out a sigh. “Help me understand then!” You’re on your feet, “I can’t read your mind, Edward!” Your voice sounds close to pleading.

He looks at up you through thick lashes from his place on the couch. His voice is soft and you hear the same pleading tone that was in yours. “…You’re alive, you’re good. I am death incarnated. I won’t do anything but hurt you, corrupt you…” Edward shakes his head, “I don’t want this to end badly, you’ve been a good friend to me.” His next sentence makes your heart stutter and causes a shade of red to appear on your cheeks

“But…you happen to be one of the most beautiful women i’ve ever seen.”He’s in front of you in a second, standing tall over you. His golden stare seemed to swallow you whole.

Edward’s cold hand tentatively reaches up to your face, he twirls a piece of loose hair around a slender finger before releasing it. You can’t do anything but stare at his beautiful face. Taking in the way his angular jaw tics, they way his tounge darts out to wet his full lips.

Edward pulls you into his chest, one hand on the back of your head as he presses his face into your hair. He inhales deeply. His breathing is staggered but so is yours as he gazes down at you.

“But I can’t stay away from you”, Edward’s voice comes out in breathless whisper.

Your voice comes out the same. You’re sure if he wasn’t a vampire he wouldn’t have you heard you say, “Then don’t”,

And when Edward kisses you your eyes flutter close and you have to grip his nice, grey sweater to ground yourself. His hands are buried in your hair and he’s making the sweetest noises you’ve ever heard. You’re not sure how long you two stay embraced in each other’s arms but when you do let each other go, you can’t wipe the smile off your face.

The rest of the day is spent in your bed, tangled in Edward’s arms. Edward kisses you hesitantly, you have to make the first move for most of them. “Was the kiss good?” you ask Edward as you lay on the mountain of pillows on your bed, his head on your stomach so your view of his face is obstructed but you can swear that you feel him smile.

He sighs when you run your hand through his unruly hair and begin to massage his scalp, “It was….exhilarating. But that was my first kiss so I don’t have much to compare it to.”

You smile lightly, “Mine too.”

Edward takes you on a date the next day. Your hands are intertwined as he drives his car to your favorite restaurant. He says something about courting coming before kissing and how you make his morals weak. You just give him a kiss on his cool cheek, happy to be in his presence.

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You barrel down the steps, heart racing as you slip on your sandals. You sprint out the door and leap down the porch steps, you fling open Nina’s passenger door and toss yourself into the seat. She looks at you with one dark eyebrow raised and a smirk on her cherry tinted lips. “I think that’s the fastest i’ve ever seen you move.”

You huff as you put your seatbelt on, “You told me you were ready to leave me.” Nina puts the truck in drive, laughing all the while. “But that doesn’t mean almost break your neck getting to the car.-“ , she takes a quick glance at you before turning her eyes back to the road, “I thought Edward said he didn’t want anything for his birthday anyway.”

You reach over to the radio and turn the music up slightly. “He did but this is his first birthday we’re celebrating as a couple and technically our one month anniversary is coming-“ Nina cuts you off with a fake gag, she takes her had off the wheel to act like she’s putting finger down her throat. You laugh, pushing her shoulder slightly, “I know it sounds crazy…but I want to make a good impression. I really like him Nina.”

“I can see-“, Nina sighs, “What do you get a 103 year old leech anyway.” You lied when you told Edward you wouldn’t tell any one him and his families secret. You had to tell Nina for her safety. “I have no idea. I was thinking a silver ring..he always wears a bracelet with his families crest so it may match the studs on it-“ You sigh as you look out the window, the sun is warm on your cheek, “I could get his moms name engraved on it.”

“That’s nice, thoughtful even. I thought vamps didn’t do silver though.” You laugh lightly, “Pretty sure that’s a myth. I thought that was just werewolves anyway.” Nina shrugs, “I don’t know man. Let’s just hope his finger doesn’t fall off when he try’s it on.”

The ride to Port Angeles is quick and peaceful. “Okay, first thing on the list is finding a ring.” You tell Nina as soon as you two hit city limits. The task ends up being less daunting than you anticipated , Nina ends up finding a ring as soon as you two step into the second jewelry store. It’s a thick, simple, silver ring. Timeless but old fashioned, exactly like Edward.

“Can you engrave it?” You ask the small, grey haired woman behind the counter. She nods and lets you know that it can take up to two hours. She eyes you and Nina, “And how will you two be paying?” her voice is high and nasally. You pull a band of money out of your purse and her eyebrows shoot up. You laugh inwardly, one of the perks of having parents that were always gone were the gifts they gave you to make up for it.

When June 20th comes around you’re more nervous than you’ve ever been before. You’re not sure why because Edward isn’t acting like today is a big deal but the black, ring box is burning a hole in your purse. You feel woefully overdressed as you stand outside the Cullen’s door, you’d put on your best dress, your most expensive flats and even curled your hair. As soon as you raise your hand to knock on the hefty door, it’s swinging open and you’re greeted by the shortest Cullen.

You lower your hand as Alice smiles at you, “Hello!”, her voice is chipper and you can’t help but smile back as you return the greeting. “Your dress is so beautiful, I thought you’d wear the other one. “ She turns gracefully on her heel and you follow her into the foyer of the beautiful home. You’re so confused you forget to thank her for the compliment. You were pretty sure she hated you, you guess you were wrong? or she just appreciates fashion.

When you’re in the living room you note the lack of party decorations. So he was serious about not doing anything for his birthday, you think. You feel out of place with the singular happy birthday balloon tied around your wrist.

You guess the confusion you’re feeling is noticeable because after Esme almost crushes you with a hug she says, “I thought Edward told you we don’t celebrate birthdays.” You look at her sheepishly, “I thought it was just a “him” thing.” This makes her giggle and pat your back adoringly. Rosalie walks down the steps, hand in hand with Emmet. You’re surprised the he can even fit down the steps with how broad his shoulders are.

Rosalie flits over to you, taking a lock of your curled hair in between her fingers . “Well, don’t you look like a doll.” A blush creeps onto your face, “I thought Edward was being dramatic when he said you didn’t do birthdays.” This causes Emmet and Rosalie to burst into a canopy of laughter. You cross your arms in agitation, “What’s so funny about that?”, They look at you like they forgot you were standing in front of them.

“It’s not you,” Emmet begins to explain, “It’s just that the last birthday we celebrated was mine.” You’re sure you still look lost, “In 1935.” He finishes up. That causes you to smile and giggle. You put a hand to your forehead, “I don’t know…I was just nervous about the whole vampire birthday. I didn’t know what to expect.” Emmet claps a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry, he’s never brought a girl home so there’s not a lot of expectations to meet.”

Edward is beside you in a second, steering you up the stairs that Rosalie and Emmet just came down from. “Ignore them.”, Is all he says as you two make your way to Edward’s room. “Why? I thought the conversation was insightful.”

“I’m sure you did”, Edward’s says with a slight smirk. When you finally make it into his room Edward plops onto his leather sofa, grabbing you by the waist so you fall with him onto his lap. He puts his face in your neck, inhaling deeply then kisses the soft skin. “You look beautiful.” Your brain goes haywire for a moment but then you remember why you came.

You begin to dig in your purse with shaky hands, “I know you said you’d come over when you finished hunting-, You take in Edward’s dark eyes, his unruly hair. “But I wanted to give you this now. Incase I was sleep or something.” You pull out the box and hand it to Edward, you’re sure he can feel how sweaty your hands or hear how fast your heart is beating but he doesn’t comment on it.

“I thought I said no presents.” He turns the box over in his hand then turns his curious eyes on you. “I know but you got me something and…you deserve a gift for your birthday.” Edward pops the box open and the ring glints in the dimming sunlight. You study his face for a reaction but its remains passive.

“I hope you can wear silver, i didn’t know if it would hurt you like in the movies.” You feel him laugh from behind you, he kisses your neck again, “I can wear silver but thank you for worrying about me.” You let out a sigh of relief. Edward carefully takes the ring out the box and inspects it, you wait with bated breath for him to notice the name engraved on the inside of the ring.

Edward’s just about to slip the ring on his finger when his breath hitches. He effortlessly moves you off his lap and onto sofa beside him. He studies the ring intensely, tracing his finger over the engraving. “Elizabeth”, he says it weakly but it’s loud enough for your human ears to pick up.

“Was it too much?” your voice is soft when you ask, you place a comforting hand on his hunched back. Edward shakes his head, “No..it’s- it’s just I didn’t expect you to remember her name.” You tsk, “Your mother is important to you so that makes her important to me. Of course id remember her name.” Edward turns to you, he has that look that you can’t read again. You wish you knew a spell that could help you read his mind.

“You don’t have to wear it.”, You try to offer Edward a lifeline. Maybe you were moving too fast? Maybe it was too painful a memory. Edward told you about his mom months ago, maybe it was something he overshared.

Then you’re hugging Edward before your brain can register what’s going on. His chest is pressed hard against yours and it causes a shiver to run down your spine. You’re not sure if it’s due to his body temperature or the proximity. His head is in your neck again, his toned arms grip your back tightly.

You stay like that for a moment until he pulls away. “Thank you…you don’t know how much this means to me.” He slips the ring on his finger then pulls you into a deep kiss. You feel like the room is spinning. Edward rests his forehead on yours. His words come out slow, “I need to..eat, I don’t want to do something i’d regret.”, He darts to his bed side table and picks up his keys, “But let me drive you home first.”

The feeling of a hand on your foot wakes you, in your haze you throw out your hands expecting to throw out a force to blow the assailant back but only produce smoke. “If I was a mosquito I would’ve been terrified.” Edward’s voice is quiet, seductive even. His hand traveling from your foot to rub circles on your leg. “You’re not funny.”, You say as you turn on your lamp light. When you turn back to him he’s lying back on your bed, muscular arms folded comfortably behind his head.

You’re too tired to put your wall up but couldn’t help but think about how good he looked. His eyes were back to their original topaz, the shirt he was wearing had ridden up to show his muscular stomach.

His hair was in its usual unruly state, a smirk on his full lips. Your heart was hammering in your chest, “Did you get to eat any mountain lions?” You’re not sure what to do..or what to say in this situation. Your mind was yelling one thing but your body? Your body was telling you something completely different.

And somehow you and Edward ended up making out on your bed. Only the sound of bugs chirping outside your window to accompany you two. Your body moved on its own. You kiss Edward’s neck and bring your hands under his shirt to grip his cold back, effortlessly pulling your bodies together.

“Y/N, we should stop.”, Edward’s breathing hard, the roaming hands on your waist have stilled. You stop your ministrations. Edward had confided in you that he was a virgin one late night after a heavy make out session. You weren’t sure you believed him. Hot, 103 and still a virgin? No way.

“It’s the truth.”, He begins to pull away, you stop him with a balled up hand in his shirt. You know your strength is no match for his, you know you could never really stop him if you wanted to. "Im sorry.”, the hand in his shirt goes to his hair. “It’s your birthday, I want to give you another…present.” You’re sure Edward would be blushing if he could.

In less than a second he’d pushed you half way across your massive bed. He has almost…feral look in his eyes. You’re not sure if you should be excited or scared. “Are you okay?” You ask tentatively, the way you would a scared animal.

“No..Y/N. I could get..carried away and hurt you, kill you. We can’t-“, scurry across the bed to him. You massage his scalp, hoping to relieve the pained expression on his face. “You won’t hurt me. I’m not a flower, Edward.”, His grip is steely as he pulls your hand from his head.

“I care about you..and I couldn’t…take your virtue before marriage. I could crush you if I lost control. I could drain you-“ You cut Edward off by covering his lips with your yours. You expect him to push you away, surprisingly he doesn’t. You pull away your eyes on Edward, hands disappearing up his shirt.

“Edward it’s 2004 not 1880, i’m sure god has more pressing things to worry about than premarital sex”. “Besides,” The hands under his shirt pull it up, up, up until it’s over his head. “You just fed. Aaand it’s your birthday and I want to do this with you because I trust you.” Your shirt comes off next. “I want this. I want you. I can take control where you can’t hurt me.”

You see him start to argue back so you kiss him again. And he kisses you back. “Of all the things i’ve done…god will forgive me for this.”, Edward says in between deep kisses, “I can’t resist you.”, his hand caress up your thigh dangerously high.

So, he doesn’t. And you don’t resist him.

Once you two are spent Edward can’t stop staring at you and touching whatever piece of you he can get his hands on. He kisses the top of your head as you lay entangled in his arms. “You’re so beautiful…if i could dream they would be filled with nothing but you.” His voice is filled with whimsy.

You blush and climb on top of him again.

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The forest surrounding your grandmother’s house is vibrant as you and Edward relax on an itchy patchwork blanket. His fingers are idly playing with your hair as you lay your head on his chest, you had asked Edward why he was forcing himself to go to high school and he gave you his reasons. They made sense, being able to stay in places long did have its advantages but you felt like it had to be torture and you voiced that to him.

“Oh, it is torture. Especially when you have my abilities. Mike was thinking about you so much last week I almost poked his eyes out.” You let out a hearty laugh, sitting up on your elbow to look at him. “Then stop torturing yourself…you can come with me to college next year.” Edward turns to you, a cheesy grin lighting up his face. “I have multiple degrees, I don’t need college either.” You roll your eyes, “sooo…don’t go to classes. The world is our oyster, i’m just saying there’s so much more than forks high school.”

You look at Edward, trying to catch his eyes to get some semblance of how he’s feeling but he’s too busy staring at the gloomy sky. You lay back down on his chest and you two are quiet again for the moment.

“I can’t leave my family.”, you grip the soft material of his shirt, you’re not sure why you do. Maybe to ground yourself? get Edwards’s attention? Either way your words come out before you can think about them, “They can come with us! ooor I can go to a school closer to Forks.I…just don’t want to be without you.” You hide your blushing face in his shirt and Edward runs his fingers through your hair in a manner you guess is supposed to be soothing.

“Don’t change your aspirations for me, we’ll figure it out…because I can’t be without you either.” You smile to yourself and wished you could stay in this moment forever.

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You wish you believed your dad when he told you that high school was a fleeting chapter because before you realized it you were a senior with four months of school left. You had been so wrapped up in applying for colleges, hanging out with Nina, studying spells, going to La push and being with Edward you felt like the time had slipped from your fingers.

The admissions letters were burning a hole in your backpack when you sat down at your usual lunch room table. You couldn’t wait to tell Edward that you got into both top picks, one in Seattle and the other in California. Now if it was up to Edward to let you know if he wanted to stay in Forks or if he’d be following you. Either way you wanted to be near him.

Nina had been close to throwing up when you told her you were waiting to accept after you talked to Edward. She instantly went into a rant about how you shouldn’t base your decision on a boy. And you knew everything she was true, you just felt like you couldn’t be without him. You felt like you…loved him.

“Did you hear we’re getting a new girl?” Amanda says when you finally get yourself settled at the table. “Yeah, Chief Swan’s daughter. I think her name is Becky?”, Nina says before stuffing a hand full of chips in her mouth. “I would hate having to move schools this late in the year.” Michelle, a scrawny girl with brown hair comments, the table murmurs their agreements. “I wonder when she’ll be here it’s already the 17th.” Michelle continues.

You realize that you don’t have to wait too long because Isabella Swan is at school the next day. You only see her in passing in the hall ways. She’s a pale, plain girl with long, brown hair. You swear she trips over her feet five times before she’s halfway down the hall.

The next time you see her is at lunch, she’s staring at you with a look you can’t place. No- she’s not staring at you but the boy whose hand you’re holding. You laugh to yourself, you probably stared at Edward the same way the first time you saw him. You kiss him softly, then release his hand so you can go to your respective lunch table.

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“What do you mean Edward’s in Alaska?!”You’re sure your eyebrows look like they’re ready to fly off your face in surprise. You had received a cryptic text from Edward right before the dismissal bell rang saying he cared for you and would see you soon. In your confusion the only thing you thought to do was go directly to the Cullen’s house where you ran into Rosalie. “He had to visit our cousins there, I’m sure he’ll talk to you about it when he gets back-“, Rosalie puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “He’s going to be okay, Y/N.”

Edward returns a week later, Rosalie was right about him being okay. Edward is more relaxed than you’ve ever seen, it’s like he has a new pep in his step. When you confront him about his disappearance he kisses you hard on the mouth telling you not to worry, he had some “things” to take care of. You want to push him for more information but don’t, you’re just happy to see him after his absence.

Later that day, you’re standing in the schools parking lot talking with the Cullen’s after school. You’re throwing your head back in laughter after Jasper says something surprisingly funny when you hear the sound of screeching tires. Edward is beside you one moment and gone the next. Your eyes search frantically around the parking lot for him.

Jasper and Rosalie make noises of anger beside you then begin speaking in hushed, aggravated whispers. Then your eyes lock on Edward and you see what’s got the Hale twins so mad. He’s stopped a van from crushing Bella Swan with his barehands. Your eyes are wide in shock and you can’t seem to form words, did Edward just blow him and his families cover? Your eyes dart around but you can’t figure out if anyone saw the extreme feat.

Edward takes off the from the scene, the Cullen kids scramble to get in their cars and you turn on your heels to begin walking home.

“Where are you going?!”Rosalie says in an exasperated tone. You point over your shoulder awkwardly as she stares at you with fiery eyes, “I was gonna walk-“, Rosalie cuts you off as she pulls open the drivers door so hard you think it may fly off its hinges. “No, i’ll drop you off. Edward would kill someone if he found out you walked home and people are being killed.” Her tone leaves no room for argument so you pull the passenger door open and sit in the seat.

Rosalie’s anger is rolling off her in waves as she drives to your house. You’re surprised her head hadn’t started smoking. “I’m sure no one saw him.” You offer weakly, trying to alleviate the girls stress. Her head snaps to you then back to the slippery road, she looked like she wished she let you walk. “That’s not the point. Edward is getting reckless. No offense, but he already fucked up telling you-,” You raise your eyebrow slightly, a little offense taken but you let Rosalie continue her rant. “And now this..we’re lucky if we don’t have to leave tonight.”

Rosalie pulls in front of your house, her car almost on two wheels from the speed. You thank her as you get out the car and she’s pulling off the second your feet touch the wet grass.

You curse and think about pulling your hair out as you do your math homework. You look at the clock, it was going on 11:30 pm and you still have five more questions. You’re ready to toss your book at the wall when your phone rings, you ignore it trying to focus on the daunting task in front of you when it rings again.

You let out a frustrated groan as you pick the phone up, it’s your mom calling from the hospital. “Mom, i’m trying to do-“, she cuts you off, “Y/N, I heard about what happened at the school. Your boyfriend’s such a hero for pulling Chief Swan’s daughter away like that. She’s lucky he was there.” You give her a mhmm, trying to hurry her off the phone but she continues. “He even came up here to check on her! He is such a gentleman. You got lucky with that one.”

Once you’re done with your homework and tucked in your bed, your mind starts to go over what your mom said. He came to the hospital to check on her? You try not to jump to conclusions because the poor girl did almost get crushed by a van…but when has Edward been this empathetic? You fall asleep trying to push the thoughts out of your mind.

Your woken out of your sleep sometime later. There’s a cold body pressed against your back and an arm slung around your waist, you involuntarily shiver. “Edward?”, You say groggily.

“Go back to sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you.” , You turn to look at him not bothering to throw your wall up. “Why did you visit Bella at the hospital?”, You try to make out his face in the dark but it’s too hard for your human eyes. “I had to make sure she didn’t suspect anything.” His chilling hand rubs your neck tenderly and you’re thinking about grabbing another blanket when Edward is putting it over you and him.

Get out of my head, you think causing Edward to laugh.

You fall asleep in his arms shortly after.

When you wake up you’re alone.

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A while later you’re sitting in your usual spot at lunch. Nina is obliterating the food she brought and you can’t focus on yours because you’re too busy watching Edward and Bella talk near the salad table. You hadn’t meant to stare…but once his nimble body got up from his usual lunch table not to join you but to catch her falling apple you couldn’t help but peek.

“You better let that go before it gets everywhere.” You look at Nina then at the juice you’re squeezing in your hand. “I didn’t realize…”, You trail off, trying to watch the rest of the interaction. You look at Nina roll her brown eyes instead. “Just look at them, I’ve been watching this entire time.”, Nina says it low, like she doesn’t want the other girls to hear. “They look cozy.”, she says in the same low tone.

Nina looks back to you, her pretty face is stern. “We’ll talk later.”, You gulp. You feel like you a child who just got reprimanded by their parents. You throw a wall up when you feel a pair of eyes on you. You don’t have to look to know it’s Edward, you would know those tawny eyes anywhere. You make yourself eat some food, you didn’t want to pass out in the middle of the cafeteria because the wall was draining your powers.

You made a list during your last class of the day just to get your racing thoughts together. You wrote hurriedly on a crumpled sheet of notebook paper from your bag, it only contained two things to do. First: ask Edward about his conversation with Bella, the second: talk to Nina.

You couldn’t decide if you should ask Edward about his conversation with Bella or confront him. Like Nina said they did look pretty comfortable. You chew the end of your pen in frustration. You remember him telling you that he spoke to her at the hospital that late night in your bed. So what else would they need to discuss?

You have your umbrella open as you walk to where Edward usually parks his silver car. He’s waiting for you alone, his siblings long gone. You throw your wall up, munching some of the rice krispie you held in your free hand. Being that you were a senior your parents had become lenient with having an after school activity. You asked Edward to wait for you while you talked to your counselor about being accepted into your top schools.

Unfortunately, her suggestion was going to the school in California. She felt like you could really push your self there and also get away from the city you grew up in…you just had to accept the offer. You don’t greet Edward as you get in the passenger seat of his Volvo. He probably knows my wall is up.

You clear your throat looking outside at the trees before looking at Edward. Your mind is split, you want to talk about Bella and also wanted to know if Edward (and maybe his family) had made his mind up about following you to California or even to the school in Seattle.

So, you just dive in. “What were you and Bella talking about?”, You can’t help the smirk he swallows down. “No, hello or how are you?”, Your mouth forms a straight line. “You didn’t even acknowledge me today, so maybe I should be the one asking.”, Edward’s honey eyes are trained on you, you know he’s probably annoyed that he can’t read your mind. You feel the exact same way.

He lets out a sigh, taking your hand in his. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your palm. “Bella invited me to La Push, she said she’s going with her friends.” Your eyebrow quirks up, “…She only invited you?”, You say slowly. Edward squeezes your hand, “She invited you by extension because she knows you’re my girlfriend.”, You think Edward can see the green eyed monster on your back, when you snatch your hand from his and fold your arms.

“Okay. Let’s go, I have plenty of friends in La Push.” You had gotten to know Jacob and his tight band of friends during your junior year, much to Edward’s displeasure. His jaw ticks in anger, “You know I can’t go there.”, His hand reaches out and caresses your cheek. “Bella is only my friend.” You look at him, he was so beautiful it hurt. You couldn’t resist him. You couldn’t stay mad, especially when you had male friends of your own.

You finish the rice krispie that fell in your lap.

“Okay... l I trust you. But if there’s something you need to say then say it.” Edward kissed you then. It’s soft and sweet and you want to curl in his lap like a purring cat.

But what you don’t say out loud. What you hide behind your wall is that you’re not sure if you believe him.

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When the weather gets too nice for Edward to be at school you decide to disappear with him for the day. You make him help you pick Pacific Bleeding Heart’s for a paste your grandmother wanted you to make. You explain to him what the paste was for, and how you’d grind the flower as you two sit on the forest floor, the bubbling river beside you two echoing your words.

You watch his skin sparkle as you practice using your powers, he kisses you every time you’re able to successfully do a spell.

“Oh yeah, don’t forget about my recital tomorrow!”, You say holding Edward’s hand as you walk back to your grandmothers house. “My mom said she would try to come and you know my grandmas too sick. I’d like you to be there.”

Edward pulls his hand from yours and tosses your arm over his shoulder, he picks you up like he’s cradling a baby and sprints you two back to the slanting house.

He places you on the ground to face him, “You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world-” Edward kisses you deeply, both hands cupping your face gently, “But i’m hungry and I think I hear something good.”

And with that he’s gone.

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“Oh, that’s tonight?”, Your mom says through the speaker of your cell phone. You hold it to your ear with shaky hands, “Yes, mom. I’ve been telling you and dad for months.”, You try to mask the irritation in your voice.

You hear the sound of your mom’s name being called and the beeping of machines. “I’m-I’m so sorry baby. I promise your dad and I will make this up to you when he gets back from Wisconsin.”, She speaks to someone and they respond in an urgent voice, “Y/N? I have to go. Please don’t walk home you know those people were killed. Ask Nina or Edward to take you home. I love-” The phone hangs up before she can finish.

You cry out in frustration, maybe it was anger? Or sadness? Could be all three, you’re too devastated to tell. Nina would be at work but you didn’t fault her for it, she had to pay for college somehow. Everyone wasn’t lucky enough to have two doctors for parents. You call Edward twice but go straight to his voicemail. He was probably getting ready or having angsty Edward thoughts about his would be next victim.

After you finish throwing a temper tantrum you call the next person you can think of.

Amanda gives you 40 minutes to get ready. You had already showered so it gives you enough time to lightly do your make up and style your hair in an elegant updo. You put on the dangly, diamond earrings your parents bought you to accompany the necklace Edward gifted you.

You throw on the long, black dress the school provided for tonight. You think it’s pretty cute considering its from the school with its square neck and bell sleeves. You admire yourself in the mirror before pulling on your short, black heels. Then rush down stairs to the car idling in your empty drive way.

“Thank you so much.” You tell Amanda, giving a polite smile to the girl in the passenger seat holding Amanda’s flute. You reply to Nina’s good luck text telling her you love her then text Edward and tell him you can’t wait to see him.

Your solo is close to the end of the performance so you watch from the curtains for his golden hair and muted skin but..it never appears.

Your chest clinches when your music teacher tells you it’s your turn to go on. You have to force yourself to hold your head high with a pretty smile on your face. It hurts when you sit on the rough piano bench because you know none of the faces in the crowd came to see you. Your throat is getting tight as you scan the crowd one more futile time. You want to scream and cry, you want to run away and hide in embarrassment.

But you don’t.

Instead you bring your manicured fingers to the keyboard and you begin to play.

You decided to play your grandfathers song, at first you thought the melody was too sad but it matches your mood perfectly now. As you play you push all your pent up emotions into the keys, a few tears escape your eyes as your adrenaline rushes. The beautiful notes float through the air and fill the schools large auditorium.

Your fingers dance over the glistening keys as you play the haunting melody. You know you finish strong when the music excites even your ears but what you didn’t expect was the standing ovation from the crowd after you rise from your seat and curtsey. It only lasts for a minute but it puts a real smile on your face as you return behind the stage.

There’s no flowers waiting on you when the recitals over. You get a few polite hugs or pats on the back but no pictures, no “you did so well!”s, you try not to think about it too hard. To add to your growing frustration you couldn’t find Amanda anywhere and you had searched the entire school for her.

You tried calling Edward but his phone continued going to voicemail. Now you sat on the schools steps in defeat as you watched everyone get in their cars and leave, working yourself up for the walk home.

You were happy it didn’t rain but you still cried the whole walk home. You were lucky there were no murderers lurking in the trees because you would’ve been a pretty easy target.

When you finally make it home you kick off your shoes and toss Edward’s necklace in the trash. You couldn’t believe he had stood you up, Edward had never been the type to leave you stranded or not answer the phone. He was too much of a gentleman…you guess you were wrong.

You sat at the kitchen bar in disbelief for a moment, swirling your spoon in the soup you were making yourself eat. Rose rubbing against your dangling feet as she purrs.

When you wake up the next morning, through the grogginess of sleep you realize you’re not alone. Edward has his arms around you as he watches the sunrise over your head and through your bedroom window. You huff, “You’ve got some nerve.”, You throw his arms off you and slip from your soft bed, stopping when you notice the beautiful, blood red roses sitting in a glass vase on your dresser.

You’re contemplating throwing them out when Edward’s hand grabs your wrist lightly, you’re tired but you throw up your wall. You didn’t feel comfortable with Edward digging around in your head today. “Please don’t throw them aw-” You cut him off, “You think flowers will fix this?”, You say harshly, ripping your wrist from his grasp.

You turn to face him with fire in your eyes. His hair is in its usual disheveled state, his topaz eyes are solemn. “Y/N, I’m so sorry i missed your recital-", You throw your hands up in contempt, “You didn’t just ‘miss my recital’. I was there alone, I had to walk home in the dark while people are being ripped apart. You didn’t pick up the phone or answer my texts. Since when is that you Edward?”

You begin to walk into your bathroom, Edward hot on your trail. He watches you silently as you turn your shower on. “Is there something you need?”, You ask, voiced laced with anger.

Edward gets down on his knees, taking you by surprise as he hugs your waist. His face is dejected as he looks up at you, his scent is captivating as you weakly try to push him off but Edward’s grip is like a vice. Before you can protest he’s begging for your forgiveness.

Edward’s full lips move rapidly, “My cousins from Denali-the ones I visited in Alaska have come. They-They aren’t vegetarians like me and my family. I had to help..control them..we’re trying to show them the way.” His eyes search yours as he stands to his full height, choosing to engulf you in a hug.

His tantalizing scent clouds your mind but you still manage to shake your head as you look up at him, “No offense but that shouldn’t have stopped you from calling.” You try to break free from his arms but he’s too damn strong. Sometimes you forget that you’re really dating a vampire.

The sound of the running shower water is all you hear for a moment then Edward’s releasing you and hanging his head. You’re torn because you’re definitely still angry due to the night before but you loved Edward for trying to stop the loss of innocent lives. He sits on the toilet, watching you silently as you slip off your night clothes and into the running shower.

When you get out Edward’s still sitting there to your surprise. He watches you get ready quietly, following behind you like a scolded puppy. You’re sitting at your vanity doing your hair when he says, “I don’t blame you if you decide you want to leave me…I would too. I’m..terrible..” When you glance at him his head is in his hands as he sits on your bed.

You sigh, feeling a slight sadness for the…boy?, “I’m not leaving you Edward…You just pissed me off. I didn’t deserve that accident or not. I thought you’d be there for me.” You look up and his gold eyes are on you, then he’s over to you in a second and kissing you sweetly.

“And when do I get to meet these cousins?”, You ask with an eyebrow raised. Edward laughs, elated to be back in your somewhat good graces, “When they decide they can be around humans without disemboweling them.”

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After making Edward promise that he’d never disappear again, he becomes….distant. Not in the sense of him not being around(not that he is) but he’s always in his head the sporadic times you two are together. You try to ask him what’s wrong but he always blames it on stress, sometimes saying nothing at all.

With Edward’s reoccurring absences you start going to La Push to hang out with the Quileute kids regularly.Since senior year you’d seen them less. It felt good kicking your feet back with Nina and Leah and laughing at the boys jokes. You listen to Jacob’s troubles with a unnamed girl and try to give him the best advice possible given his peculiar situation.

��Baseball tomorrow?”, You ask Edward when you notice that the next day will be particularly bad weather. Edward leans on his car, getting ready to depart from your house. He’s looking past you for a moment, he’s so wrapped up in his thoughts he doesn’t hear you and you have to ask him again. “Uh, no..it wouldn’t be safe with my cousins and all.”, He fixes your slipping robe , tawny eyes trained on you now. “And stay inside, I don’t want you getting mauled or anything.”

You agree, leaning into to him, “Okay but…ever since your cousins came I feel like i barely get to see you anymore. I miss you.” Edward strokes your cheek, “Things will be different soon.”

You don’t actually take Edward’s advice. You slip on some black leggings and one of Edward’s jackets before meeting Nina outside. You two had decided to drive to Port Angeles to find prom dresses, Nina had asked Embry over a romantic dinner a month or so ago and you just assumed you’d be going with Edward. “I hope all the good stuff isn’t gone.” Nina says nervously when you two finally arrive.

After a few hours of searching and deliberation Nina finds a simple but beautiful, plum gown, it’s sequined around its sweetheart neck line and brings out her brown eyes and skin. You go with a strapless, mid length dress, It’s sage green with a barely noticeable floral pattern printed on it. You almost didn’t get it until Nina tells you how good your boobs look in it.

You pay for both the dresses and both pair of heels out of the “i’m sorry for missing your recital” money from your parents. Nina is promising she’ll pay you back on the drive home but you wave a manicured hand to brush her off. “Nina, you never have to pay me-”, Your words are cut off by the screech of the cars tires and the sound of the hood of Nina’s truck being crushed.

“What the fuck?!”, Your neck lurches forward due to the impact and it causes your head to become dizzy. Through your haziness you’re able to see three figures. All pale and beautiful. You instantly recognize them as vampires. The man with the ponytail has stopped Nina’s truck with one hand, there’s a crazed look in his…red eyes. Red, that means they drink from humans. Your heart races as you realize how bad of a situation you and Nina are in.

You watch the three vampires and they seem to be arguing. A woman- a red head with crazy hair and a slender man with shiny,black hair seem to be disagreeing with the one who stopped the car. You take this as an opportunity to click off your seat belt and grab your phone from your purse in the back seat to call Edward.

You feel Nina’s wide, brown eyes watching you before you hear two doors open and you two are both pulled out the car and thrown onto the asphalt.

You let out a cry when your head hits the ground hard. Before you can protest your being picked up by your throat and held in the air, “James.”, the one with the glossy, black hair says, almost like he’s talking to a petulant child. James turns his head, to look at them and you look from your peripheral. Nina is struggling as best as she can as the red head holds her by her hair, you watch as she licks her lips like a lion ready to pounce.

“Shut up, Laurent! You’re not stopping me from tearing this one apart.” James licks his lips this time, “I need a snack” You smack the hand around your neck and he squeezes it before letting you go. You fall to the ground with a thud, scrambling to get as far away as possible while taking shaky breaths. A boot comes down hard on your back to stop you and you let out a scream.

“You smell him on her don’t you? This isn’t smart.” The boot on your back twists and you let out another pained cry. You feel lucky that you haven’t heard any bones break yet. “Exactly. He stopped me from eating the last one. Why should I have to suffer because he likes his pets?” James hurls the word out like it’s a slur.

You hear Nina cry out and then a soft, feminine voice begins speaking, you imagine it to be the pale, red head woman. “James, my love. Leave her and let’s focus on the other girl..this one doesn’t smell nearly as good anyway.” It’s quiet for a moment. You’re not sure if you’re breathing, you’re waiting to feel fangs rip your throat out or an icy hand to grab you when you hear the crunch of gravel and Nina screaming your name.

She helps you stand, her face is terrified when she says, “What the fuck just happened?”. You look at her and you’re sure your face is conveying the same emotion, “I’m not sure but we need to get to Edward’s house.”

Nina agrees as she makes her way to the trucks destroyed hood, “If this piece of junk can make it.”

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You don’t wait for the truck to stop moving when you two arrive at the Cullen’s. You jump out as quickly as you can with the throbbing pain in your back and neck and don’t stop moving until you get to the large front door. You knock and the action causes the unlocked door to open slightly, before you can stop yourself your pushing the door open and stepping over the threshold.

You’re half way into the house when you’re briefly grabbed and shoved into the wall before being let go. “I thought you were someone else.” Is the only explanation Rosalie gives. You take in the girls disheveled appearance and forget about the events that just transpired for a moment. “Is everything okay? did something happen with your cousins?”, Rosalie looks at you like you grew three heads.

“My cousins?”, she says quizzically. “Yeah..the cousins you were helping get off the human stuff…from Alaska?”, Rosalie looks at you again before understanding blooms in her eyes. You’re still confused when she lets out a sound of annoyance, she shakes her head as a look of disappointment comes to her face.

Rosalie’s eyes soften when she looks at you, “I’m sorry,Y/N. But I think Edward’s been lying to you.”, Now it’s your turn to look at her like she’s grown extra limbs. “What-What are you-“ She cuts you off, eyes darting off somewhere, you don’t even think to look as your head reels.

“Our cousins from Denali were never here, Y/N” Rosalie begins to sink down and you’re confused as to why until you’ve realized you moved into a sitting position. “Edward said you two broke up…I guess he’s been telling you a lie about our cousins to spend time with Bella.” You let out a weak laugh. To spend time with Bella, the words ring in your mind.

Your confusion turns to sadness, “So, what did he say was going on when I came around?”, Rosalie winces before she strikes the next blow. “He…said you wouldn’t leave him alone and he needed to make sure you weren’t going to tell anyone about us.” Your heart drops into your stomach. Not only was he lying to you, but he was telling his family that you were chasing after him like a love-obsessed stalker.

Rosalie rises then offers you a pale hand, you look her with teary eyes when taking it. “I’m sorry, Y/N….I kind of suspected but wasn’t sure.” You scoff, snatching your hand from hers once you’re on your feet. “You suspected but didn’t come to me?! We see each other almost everyday at school what kind of shit is that?!” Rosalie’s eyes turn hard at your outburst but you couldn’t care less.

She points a manicured finger at you, “I may like you and Edward may be wrong. But Edward is my brother and I would never go against him.” You don’t acknowledge her reply with words, only shaking your head and asking where Edward was. “He’s in the garage-“ Your legs start to move, the pain you experienced earlier far from your mind. Rosalie flits in front of you, “But I don’t think you should go down there.” You brush past her.

The garage is in chaos when you make it down the stairs. Bella, Carlisle and Edward’s intense conversation pauses as they watch you stalk wordlessly over to Edward. Carlisle calls your name just as you push the boy, he doesn’t budge but you don’t care as you push him again.

“You’ve been lying to me this whole time!” You roar. You go to punch him but Edward stops you softly.

You want to cry but you refuse to let the tears fall in front of them. Edward looks sad as he holds your wrist, “You were with Bella the night you missed my recital?”, you ask Edward breathlessly.

He doesn’t answer, choosing to look everywhere but your face. So, you look towards the brunette. She nods her head in confirmation and it takes everything in you not to strangle them both.

“I’m sorry. Y/N but we don’t have time, Bella is in-”, You snatch your wrist from him, glaring at a dejected looking Carlisle and doe eyed Bella.

You cut him off sharply, lip curling in anger when you speak, “Then make time! I almost died today and now this?! You’re going to hear me.” Edward looks confused until you let him into your mind and show him the pain you endured just moments ago.

Edward releases your wrists, he takes a step back and goes to touch the bruises forming around your neck. You smack his hand, “Don’t touch me.”, You spit venomously.

Edward explains what happened with the trio of vampires and Bella, you laugh bitterly in his face. “Let me get this straight. You lied to me to take her-“ You point to Bella, “Now they want to kill you and eat her? Sayonara. I love when people get instant karma.” You turn on your heel to leave but Edward appears in front of you, grabbing your wrist.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch me?”, He doesn’t let your wrist go. A tear escapes as your anger turns to sadness. “Why Edward? I thought we had something. You do know lying is a sin right? What happened to caring about your soul?”, Edward winches.

“Yes, Y/N. I know. I told you that you make my morals weak. Im not good…I said I was a monster. It’s in my nature to hurt people. I didn’t mean for this to happen…I care for you. I only lied to you because I wasn’t sure how to tell you that my feelings became platonic once I met Bella.” Edward goes on to explain that Bella is a singer and what the means.

This time when you pull your wrist away he lets go. “So all this time down the drain because she smells good?”, You’re furious again. “No..it’s so much more. I…love her, i’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” Your heart falls out of your stomach and onto the hard garage floor , you swear you can see it beating as Edward continues.

“I didn’t want this to happen this way. You were such a good friend to me. I know it was a long time for you but in my state it was only a few minutes. You’ll get over me and live a long and happy life with someone who truly loves you.”, You look at Edward, genuinely look at Edward as the monster he is. You want to punch him but you know it’ll hurt your bruised body more than it’ll ever harm his.

You think about arguing or bashing the windows out of his Volvo but you squeeze your hand into a tight fist instead because what you really want to do is drop to your knees and sob. “Well, good luck. Can you move now?”, You ask Edward, voice cracking. He shakes his head no, “I’m sorry but… I need your help. James is an excellent tracker and without your disguising spell she’ll die.”

You scoff, crossing your arms, “Fuck you, Edward. Now move.” You try to go around him but he’s in front of you again, this time on his knees. It reminds you of when he begged you for forgiveness not too long ago.

“Please, Y/N” He takes both your hands in his and you don’t look at him as a few tears escape your eyes. You couldn’t believe this was genuinely happening. Just a few months ago you were hoping to move out of Forks with Edward now he was on his knees begging you to save his beloved.

“I said no. Now get away from me.” Edward doesn’t budge, “Y/N, please. I’ll do anything. You’re a good person, please don’t let her die. Help Bella so I can kill the vampires that did this to you.” The rest of his plea falls on deaf ears.

Edward babbles on and on before you finally tell him to shut up. He does instantly. You rip your hands from his, “I’ll help her even though she knew we were in a relationship-“ Bella doesn’t meet your eyes when you look at her, “Because you’re right. I’m not a monster like you and I don’t want her death on my hands. Let it be on yours.”

You roughly snatch a lock of hair from Bella’s head and begin saying the words. When you’re finished you don’t turn towards Edward and speak openly, “It won’t disguise her completely but it’ll give her a better chance.” as you walk out the garage you don’t look back and Edward doesn’t stop you.

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The liquor burns your throat and the music is too loud as you wobble through you and Nina’s going away party. When you told Leah that you accepted the offer and would be moving to California with Nina she insisted she throw you two a party.

You agreed even though you weren’t in a parrying spirit and drank your sorrows away as you watched everyone else have fun as they danced by the roaring fire.

It seemed like only one person was as sad as you so you sat by the sorrowful boy as he sipped from his red cup. “What’s got you down?” You asked Jacob, you’re surprised he can understand you with the way you were slurring.

His brown eyes don’t leave the fire, “You remember the girl I was telling you about?”, You nod and Jacob continues. “She’s wrapped up with these-“ Jacob stops himself, eyes flickering to you. It sounded like he was ready to say vampires but it could just be your drunk and sad mind playing tricks. “These freaks and now she’s hurt pretty bad. I’m just worried about her.” Your mind grinds to a halt as you try latch on to a memory through your inebriation.

You remember your mom coming home and telling you about a girl, Bella, getting admitted due to a really bad fall. You knew better, you were surprised she survived the run in with the vampire. But this can’t be the mystery girl.

“Oh, i’m so sorry.” You say, feigning sadness as you reach out and pat Jacob’s muscular back. “What’s her name? My mom could check on her.”, Jacob sighs, Her name is Bella but it’s okay, I think I can visit her tomorrow.” You want to projectile vomit in Jacob’s face but you hiccup instead.

You were soooo tired of hearing that bitches name. In your drunken state you begin laughing , you aren’t too sure why but it’s better than the first option.

“What’s funny?” Jacob asks, eyes laced with confusion. What the hell, you think and you tell him everything. And while Jacob is trying to process his thoughts you look at him, really look at him and you’re talking before you can stop yourself. “You know you’re too hot to let her string you along like this.” Jacob’s thick, dark eyebrows shoot up at your words causing you to laugh.

A smug smirk erases the surprise on his face, “You’re not the first person to tell me that.”, you smirk back at him, gripping his bicep for balance. You were close to him now so you were able to smell his earthy, sandalwood scent, “That you’re hot or that she’s leading you on?”, Jacob gives a hearty laugh before he quips back in his deep voice, “Both.”

For some reason your drunk brain takes this as permission to kiss Jacob. Your lips briefly touch his before he’s lightly pushing you away, even going the extra mile to take a step back.

“What are you doing, Y/N? You know how I feel about Bella.” You look at him dumbfounded, “Did you hear anything I said? Bella’s with Edward.”, Jacob’s brown eyes don’t meet yours, “I know.”, Jacob sips from his cup again, “but she loves me and i’ll be there for her when he fucks up.”

You scratch your head in genuine confusion, “No, Jacob you deserve someone who appreciates you, who would’ve chosen you first-“ , Jacob looks up at you now, brown eyes resembling the fire that warmed your cheek.

“Like you?”, Jacob laughs, “I’ve talked to you a hundred times and you never thought of me like that. You’re only trying to kiss me now because Bella stole your boyfriend.” He looks down at you, “You’re just jealous.”, It would’ve felt better if he would’ve punched you.

You apologize for the whole…experience and take a sip of your drink before turning towards Nina’s house. You wondered if Jacob was right the whole walk there.

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The pounding on your door woke you up sometime in the afternoon. You threw a pillow over your head to block out the noise but that only worked for a moment.

“I’m up!”, You shouted, throwing the covers off your body before getting out of the bed. You maneuver around the piles of clothes on the floor, you meant to pick them up but you had been in too much of a funk since the party.

You pull open the door to reveal your mom and dad. Your dad is holding a camera to his glasses but your moms smiling face drops when she sees your disastrous state.

When her eyes take in your room she looks concerned, “Y/N, why aren’t you getting ready..your rooms a mess…” You shrug, “I told you i’m not going to prom.” You sit on your bed and look at the window across the room. You try not to think about Edward’s shimmering skin as the sun bounces off it. “I don’t have a date either.”,

Your mother tsks, “you don’t need a date you have Nina.”, You lay back with your arm covering your eyes. “Nina’s bringing Embry. I’m not being a third wheel.” Your mother sits on your messy bed and pats your knee, “You’re so pretty someone will have to dance with you.”

“Now, get up and get dressed. Your father and I took off work for this.”

You feel embarrassed walking into the dance with no one your arm. Your sage dress shimmers under the lights as you walk to an open table and sit.

But your mother was right. You did have to wait a couple of songs but a cute boy from the football team asked you to dance. Nina gives you a thumbs up across the dance floor from over Embry’s shoulder.

Your partner turns you in a way where you have a clear view of a brunette in a blue dress and a boot across the dance floor. Edward and Bella don’t see you, too busy in their own world. You turn back to the boy in front of you and plaster a smile on your face.

Epilogue

You hum a tune as you jog up the stairs to you and Nina’s apartment. You thought about the homework you had to do as you pressed the 3rd button on the elevator.

Nina was cooking when you made it inside, the delicious smell sending your stomach growling. You’re ready to investigate what’s in the skillet when Nina yells out, “Hey, you got some mail!”

You turn your attention from the kitchen to the mail bowl beside you. A crisp, white envelope is addressed to you in sprawling, cursive letters.

You open it with Nina over dinner, both your mouths drop when you read what the letter says.

A invitation to Edward and Bella’s wedding.

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Forever Yours || Paul Lahote

Summary: Request -Okay so reader is Bella's (fraternal) twin sissy. She moved to Forks with Bella and the whole first book happens WITHOUT her knowing what's going on. She's just as in the dark as Charlie is..... Read Rest Here

A/N: LOVED THIS. LOVE TWILIGHT. Keep them coming!! Thank you for the requests as always!

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Swan Sister Reader

Word Count: 4.0k

TW: Possessiveness

You and your sister, Bella, had always gotten along well even being so different. She was the shy twin who always stood behind you. You on the other hand always fought Bella’s battles because she needed it, that’s what sisters were for. The two of you weren’t identical, and your personalities could not have been more different. Yet, at the end of the day, she was the person you knew would always understand you. She was your best friend and confidant. So, when she proposed moving back in with Charlie you followed along with her.

Things changed when the two of you moved to Forks and not in a way you liked. She began distancing herself from you after she met Edward. Instead of coming home and gossiping about your respective days she started going to the Cullen’s house. She stopped telling you things. She became protective and oh so secretive over her boyfriend. You confided in Charlie more than you could ever expect. You hung out with Jessica and Angela more than you would’ve ever dreamed. Still, you looked after your sister. She was the shy one who fell hard and fast. For whatever reason you just couldn’t seem to trust Edward. When she finally let the two of you meet he was just off and you couldn’t seem to pinpoint what it was.

It wasn't until the departure of Edward Cullen, leaving Bella desolate and shattered, that the mysterious shroud enveloping your lives began to unravel at a rapid pace. As Bella struggled to navigate through the abyss of heartbreak, you tried your hardest to be the strength that she needed. But it often felt like you were failing her. Like nothing you could say would offset any of the heartbreak she was feeling. And you were angry. Angry at the stupid family that decided to vanish without a trace. For even though Edward seemed off he seemed like he truly was deeply in love with your sister.

Your only saving grace was your old friend Jacob. He found a way to bring your shattered twin back to the surface of the water she was struggling to swim in. The three of you spent so many nights together doing everything and nothing at the same time. Laughing till your faces were blue and finding the human connection she so desperately needed. You could never thank him enough for bringing back your sister you had lost for so many months.

But even that wasn’t enough for him to leave. When Jacob withdrew from both of your lives you became the sad twin. It was Bella who became angry like you were so many months prior. Bella forced you in the truck one afternoon claiming she had a bone to pick with the second boy who abandoned her in so many months. You had no desire to see the boy, but Bella demanded you come with her.

You watched as she pounded on the door of his home only to be met with nothing. You waited in the truck as Bella noticed Sam and his pack off to the side of Jacob’s home. Her footsteps treaded the path towards Sam and his pack, heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. It was only when you saw her physically push Sam, the leader of the tribe, did you bolt out of the car trying to catch your sister from doing anything too drastic.

"Bella, stop!" you cried out, your voice tinged with desperation as you rushed forward. Your heart was hammering desperately in your chest, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you as you reached out towards Bella, hoping to stop the impending confrontation.

But it was too late. Bella's palm has already met one of the dark-haired boys cheeks with a sharp crack, the sound reverberating through the trees. You watch in dismay as the man’s expression darkened. His features contorted with fury, a primal growl rumbling in his chest that even startled you. The forest seemed to hold its breath as the world became silent at what the next move of the man could possibly be. You gulped feeling the tension thick in the air.

And then in the midst of the events that were unfolding you looked to the men in front of you looking at each of them one by one before your eyes finally met the one who had just been slapped. His gaze locked onto yours, a fleeting moment of connection amidst the tumult that surrounded you. In that instant, everything seemed to crystallize, the world narrowing down to just the two of you even with all the people surrounding you.

Timed seemed to slow to an utter crawl. The world around you faded into insignificance as your attention was locked in on the man. A sharp gasp came from you as you continued staring right at him. It was a feeling you had never experienced in this lifetime. Something you could never have expected. He too couldn’t seem to break his gaze away from yours. In that fleeting instant, everything seems to shift. The air crackled with anticipation, the forest holding its breath as the weight of the moment bears down upon you. It's as if the universe itself has paused, allowing you and Paul to exist in a suspended state of existence, isolated from the disorder that rages beyond the confines of your shared gaze.

As the boy who captured your heart and soul with just a single look staggered backwards, a whirlwind of emotions courses through his mind each feeling vying for dominance over the others. Anger, once burning bright within him, now dissipates like mist in the morning sun, leaving behind a hollow sense of bewilderment and wonder. His chest heaves with the effort of controlling the torrent of feelings threatening to overwhelm him. He had felt every single emotion. Saw every single emotion. You were her. You were his imprint. Only Sam had been so lucky to have found his person. And now he did. And he didn’t even know her name nor you his.

To your surprise you felt your feet moving forward as he dropped to his knees on the forest floor. Pauk was acutely aware of the weight of this moment. He had to wonder what you were feeling. You too were locked in on his own eyes, yet you could have no idea what was going on and how chaotic your seemingly normal life was about to get. But amidst the heaviness of the moment, there is something else—a glimmer of hope, a spark of possibility that ignites within him like a flame in the darkness. For in your eyes, he sees not just a reflection of his own turmoil, but also a flicker of understanding, a shared recognition of the bond that now binds the two of you together.

"What... what just happened?" Bella's voice wavers, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looks between you and the man she just slapped. But you have no answers to offer, you were just as confused as she was. While Bella's voice wavers with disbelief, her eyes dart between you and the surrounding men, searching for answers amidst the bewildering scene.

Embry, who had been standing nearby with Sam, catches your eye with a knowing smirk, a hint of understanding dancing in his gaze. He stepped forward, as if he's seen this scenario play out before. "Looks like we've got ourselves an imprint," Embry remarks, his voice tinged with amusement as he addresses Sam, who watches the unfolding scene with a composed yet cautious demeanor.

Sam nods in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable as he assesses the situation before him. His eyes shifted between you and Paul with a measured intensity, as if gauging the depth of the bond that now connects you.

Meanwhile, the boy you had originally came to see, Jacob, came sprinting out of the house that he had just ignored Bella from. His expression a mix of surprise and concern as he takes in the scene before him. His eyes narrow as they settle on Paul, a flicker of protectiveness crossing his features before he turns to you, his look softening with understanding in your utter confusion. Yet in all that was happening so fast you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from this man. He had captured your mind, body, and soul all within a single look.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jacob asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with worry as he approaches, his footsteps echoing against the damp grass.

You finally tore your gaze away from Paul somehow, your heart racing as you meet Jacob's concerned gaze. Despite the frenzy that surrounds you, his presence offers a sense of comfort, a reminder of the unwavering support that has always been there for you, negating the two weeks he had decided to ignore you for.

"I don't know what happened," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that flowed through you so unexpectedly. "But I feel... different."

Bella's eyes widen in disbelief, her mind racing to comprehend the incomprehensible. But amidst the uncertainty that envelops you all, one thing remains clear—the ties that bind you to Paul, are unbreakable, defying logic and reason with an undeniable force.

"Jacob," Sam's voice cuts through the silence, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of urgency. "Take them to Emily's. We need to talk." He motions towards Paul who was still on his knees before you.

Jacob nods in acknowledgment, his gaze flickering between you, Paul, and Sam, a silent understanding passing between them. He moves forward, his hand reaching out to gently guide you away from Paul, his touch reassuring in the confusion that surrounds you.

"Come on, Y/N, Bella," Jacob murmurs softly, "Let's go."

As Jacob reaches out to guide you away from Paul, a low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Paul's chest just as it had earlier after Bella has slapped him. His possessiveness flaring in the face of Jacob's touch. His eyes narrow, a primal instinct driving him to protect what he now considers his own.

"Hands off my girl," Paul's voice is low, but the irritated edge to it is unmistakable as he stands to takes a step towards you. His eyes never left yours. The intensity of his declaration sends a shiver down your spine, his unwavering stare holding you in a trance.

But Sam, ever the voice of reason among the sea of emotions, steps forward with a measured stride. His expression unwavering as he addresses Paul with a firm yet understanding tone. “Paul, calm down," Sam's voice carries authority, tempered with a hint of empathy as he meets Paul's frustration head-on. "We need to talk, separately. She will be just fine with Jacob."

Paul's protest is immediate, his feelings for you overwhelmingly strong. "No, she's not going anywhere without me," he insists, his voice tinged with desperation as he takes a defiant step forward, his resolve unyielding.

But Sam's gaze holds steady, his alpha like authority asserting itself in the face of Paul's defiance. "Paul, stand down," he commands, his voice brooking no argument as he meets Paul's gaze with unwavering determination. Paul winces but gives into Sam’s demands, though the reluctance is evident in the tension that lingers in his frame. His eyes remain locked on you, a silent promise of protection and devotion burning brightly within their depths.

While Jacob leads you away from Paul you can't help but feel torn between the conflicting desires that rage within you. Part of you longs to stay by Paul's side, to bask in the warmth of his unwavering love. While another part recognizes the need for clarity and understanding in the sheer confusion that threatens to consume you. And as you and Bella follow Jacob through the dense undergrowth of the forest you can't shake the feeling of Paul's presence lingering at the edges of your consciousness, a constant reminder of the inexplicable bond that now defines your existence.

Jacob guides you and Bella through a trail in the forest, a heavy silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures. Sensing the need to break the tension, Jacob takes a deep breath before breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Look, I need to tell you both something," Jacob begins, his voice cautious yet resolute. "But it's going to sound... well, it's going to sound crazy."

You and Bella exchange a puzzled glance, the weight of Jacob's words settling uneasily in the pit of your stomachs. You've both sensed that there's more to the Quileute tribe than meets the eye, but the truth remains shrouded in mystery.

Jacob takes a moment to gather his thoughts before coming out with it. "The thing is... we're not exactly... normal," he admits, his words halting as he struggles to find the right way to explain the inexplicable. "We're... werewolves."

The revelation hangs in the air like a heavy fog, enveloping you and Bella in a cloud of disbelief. For a moment, neither of you can find the words to respond, the enormity of Jacob's confession leaving you speechless. "Werewolves?" Bella's voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with shock as she looks to Jacob for confirmation.

Jacob nods solemnly, his expression grave as he meets Bella's gaze. "Yes. And there's something else. Something called imprinting."

You nodded along, “That’s what the one guy just said. We’ve got ourselves an imprint? What is that?” You asked pressing him further.

Jacob smiled knowing that your life was going to change, hopefully for the better. "It's when a wolf finds their soulmate. Their other half. The one person they're meant to be with for the rest of their lives." Bella's brow furrows in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what Jacob is telling her. But you, on the other hand, feel a strange sense of recognition stir within you, a faint echo of the inexplicable connection you felt with Paul.

As Bella sighs with uncertainty, Jacob senses the weight of her confusion and seeks to provide clarity. "And... and what does that have to do with what happened back there?" Bella asks, her voice laden with hesitance as she gestures back in the direction of Paul and the pack.

Jacob's gaze flickers towards you, a silent acknowledgment passing between you as he prepares to reveal the truth. "It means that... Paul imprinted on you, Y/N," he explains gently, his eyes filled with compassion as he meets your bewildered gaze. "He's your soulmate."

“Paul.” You whispered his name out loud for the first time. Paul, your soulmate. Your heart skips a beat at the revelation, the words sinking in slowly as you struggle to comprehend the enormity of what Jacob is saying. Soulmates? It's a concept you never thought you'd entertain, let alone experience firsthand.

"Soulmate?" Bella's voice echoes your thoughts, her eyes widening in astonishment as she turns to you for confirmation.

You nod slowly, the reality of the situation beginning to sink in. "I... I don't understand it all," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you grapple with the implications of Jacob's words as the three of you walked through the forest to what you assumed to be Emily’s place, whomever that was.

Jacob offers you a reassuring smile, his expression filled with understanding. "It's okay, Y/N. I know it's a lot to take in," he says softly, his tone gentle yet firm. "An imprint is... it's like finding your other half. Your perfect match. And for Paul, that's you."

Bella's eyes widen in realization, her mind racing to process the revelation. "So... he's bound to her? Like... forever?" she asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she seeks to grasp the intricacies of the imprinting process.

Jacob nods solemnly. "Yeah. It's a permanent bond," he explains, his tone heavy with the weight of the truth. "But it doesn't have to be romantic. It can be... it can be like a best friend too. Someone who's always there for you, no matter what."

The realization washes over you like a tidal wave, the enormity of the situation sinking in as you come to terms with the truth of Paul's imprint. It's a bond that transcends the boundaries of time and space, forging a connection between two souls that can never be broken.

And as you walked surrounded by the whispering of the trees and the steady presence of Jacob by your side, you find yourself beginning to accept the truth of your newfound destiny. The road ahead may be filled with uncertainty, but with the unwavering support of your sister and the friendship of Jacob, you know that you'll face whatever challenges may come your way head-on.

As you, Bella, and Jacob step into Emily's cozy kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked muffins envelops you, a comforting contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within. Emily's warm smile greets Jacob, her eyes alight with joy as she rushes forward to embrace him.

"Jacob, it's been too long!" Emily exclaims, her voice filled with genuine affection as she pulls back to look at him.

Jacob returns her embrace, offering a sheepish grin. "I know, Em. It's good to see you," he replies warmly.

Emily's gaze then shifts to you and Bella, her smile widening as she takes in your presence. "And who do we have here?" she asks, her tone friendly and inviting.

Jacob gestures towards you and Bella. "Emily, this is Y/N and Bella Swan," he introduces, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "They're new to town, and we thought I'd bring them by to meet you." He spoke referencing the pack as a whole. It was intriguing watching him operate now that you knew why he up and disappeared on you those weeks ago.

Emily's eyes widen with recognition as she looks at Bella. "Ah, the Swan sisters! Charlie's girls. I’ve heard a lot about you two," she remarks with a knowing nod. Then her gaze shifts to Bella, and her expression changes to one of surprise. "And you're the vampire girl, aren't you?"

Your heart nearly stops at Emily's words, the revelation hitting you like a sudden jolt. Vampire girl? You exchange a bewildered glance with Bella, who looks equally taken aback. Edward was a vampire? What next… mermaids?

"What? Bella? Vampires?" you stammer, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you struggle to comprehend Emily's words.

Bella's face turns crimson, her embarrassment palpable as she shoots you an apologetic glance. Her eyes told you that she would explain it all later. "Emily, I'm so sorry," she begins, her voice tinged with mortification. "Y/N, this is... um... kind of a long story."

As the truth about vampires and the supernatural world of Forks begins to unfold, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the enormity of it all. But amidst the confusion and embarrassment, there's a sense of shared understanding that together you'll navigate the challenges that lie ahead. As the conversation continues in Emily's kitchen, laughter and chatter filling the air, the sound of approaching footsteps draws your attention. Sam, Paul, and Embry enter the room, their expressions relaxed and jovial as they exchange banter with Jacob.

"Hey, look who decided to join the party!" Jacob teases, a playful grin spreading across his face as he greets his packmates.

Sam chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Couldn't stay away, could we?" he retorts, a hint of mischief in his voice as he exchanges friendly jabs with Jacob.

Paul's gaze finds yours amidst the commotion, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Y/N," he says, his voice gentle yet earnest as he steps forward, his eyes meeting yours with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless.

"Paul," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet his gaze, a rush of anticipation coursing through you at the prospect of speaking with him alone.

Sensing the unspoken tension between you and Paul, Jacob steps forward with a knowing smile. "I'll leave you two to get to know each other," he says, his tone light yet meaningful as he gives you a subtle nod of encouragement.

As Jacob and the others retreat away from the kitchen to give you and Paul some privacy, you find yourselves alone in the midst of Emily's bustling kitchen. The air crackles with anticipation as Paul takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that sets your heart racing. "Y/N, I wanted to talk to you," Paul begins, his voice soft yet filled with determination as he gathers his thoughts. "About what happened earlier. About us. If that’s okay with you."

You swallow hard, the weight of Paul's words hanging heavy in the air as you search for the right response. "Paul, I... I don't even know where to begin," you admit, your voice trembling with uncertainty as you struggle to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to overwhelm you completely.

But Paul reaches out, his hand finding yours with a gentle touch that sends a shiver down your spine. "We'll figure it out together, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with conviction. "Whatever happens, I'll always be here for you. I promise you that."

As you stand there, enveloped in the warmth of Paul's presence, a soft blush tinges your cheeks as you struggle to find the right words to express the swirl of emotions coursing through you. Your heart races with anticipation, your thoughts a jumble of uncertainty and longing. "This is all a lot," you murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet his gaze with a shy smile. "But it's a good thing you're so... so handsome." You weren’t sure where that surge of confidence came from, maybe it was the bond. But even you couldn’t deny the sheer beauty of the man that stood before you. You feel a rush of exhilaration mixed with nervousness, unsure of how Paul will respond to your flirty compliment.

Paul's expression shifts, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Is that your way of saying you think I'm cute, Y/N?" he teases, his voice low and husky.

You bite your lip, a playful glint in your eyes as you meet his gaze. "Maybe," you reply coyly, a hint of flirtatiousness creeping into your tone as you lean in closer to him. "You'll just have to stick around to find out."

As a smirk tugs at the corners of Paul's lips, his gaze intensifies, locking onto yours with a magnetic pull that leaves you breathless. You feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins as he leans in even closer, the air crackling with electricity between you.

"Oh, I intend to, pretty girl" Paul murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers ripping through your body. His words are filled with promise, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he closes the distance between you, his breath warm against your skin. “Don’t you worry about that.”

A soft gasp escapes your lips as Paul's hand gently cups your cheek, his touch sending waves of warmth cascading through you. Your heart pounds in your chest as his lips brush against yours in a tantalizing whisper, a feather-light caress that ignites a fire deep within your soul.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N Swan," Paul whispers against your lips, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration. "I can't help but be drawn to you. I’m forever yours pretty girl."

The sweetness of his words sends your heart soaring, a rush of euphoria washing over you as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of his affection. In that moment, all doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the undeniable connection between you and Paul, a bond forged in the flames of desire and longing. And as you surrender to the irresistible pull of his embrace, you can't help but feel a sense of bliss wash over you. With Paul by your side, you know that the journey ahead will be filled with laughter, passion, and endless moments of pure, unadulterated love.

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[fallin2pieces]

let's get in the back of your cop car, officer (charlie swan x coquette!reader)

heavily inspired by playing dangerous by lana del rey <33

cw: MDNI age gap (reader is a freshman in college and charlie is in his 40s), dubcon, p in v, dry humping, blowjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it..), cunnilingus, choking

authors note: this is my first ever fic! also sorry for the inconsistencies, english isn't my first language :( also lmao this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away 😭

- your parents were away for a business trip which left you home alone during break. you always had the nasty habit of smoking, and being home alone it was an opportunity to smoke inside your house.

- as you were cooking dinner, you were smoking in your kitchen, using your stove top to light a cigarette.

- you lazily dragged the cigarette across your lips, inhaling the smoke as you sat on your kitchen countertop.

- as the night progressed, you washed the dishes and got ready for bed

- little did you know, you've accidentally left the stove on.

- 4:38am. “fuck.” you woke up disheveled in your pink silky night gown, coughing as smoke covered your walls, filling your lungs.

- crying as you run down your stairs, you’ve realized what you’ve done.

- shakily, you reach for the family phone by your paisley printed couch and started to dial the police department as guilt engulfs you.

- “forks police department!” an older man on the other side of the phone responds. you knew it was wrong. you knew it was insensitive. maybe you were just a girl but something about the rasp and the timbre in the policeman’s voice made your insides turn.

- later on, you were sitting on your porch, the cold washington rain dampening the steps you sit on, your hair wet, lips and eyes puffy as you cry from guilt.

- a car pulls up in your driveway as a tall dark figure approaches you

- “ma'am you called, are you okay?” the same hoarse voice from the phone asks.

- you just start sobbing. you were guilty. you’ve already damaged your parents’ house.

- as the older man approaches you, he sits down at the porch with you to comfort you.

- as he sits down the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume engulfs your senses.

- you look up at the police officer, he was even more attractive (and mature) than you imagined.

- this is wrong. you thought this isn’t the right situation to whore around.

- “i-i didn’t mean to do that officer..” you croak out, you started sobbing and he puts his arm around you

- “my name is chief swan. would you wanna sit in the car as i question you?” he asks.

- you nod rapidly as you got up and walked towards the backseat of the car. "this is the right opportunity" your mind lingered.

- “so what caused the fire?” his voice reverberating inside the empty police car as he closes the car door.

- you admit what you’ve done, stuttering and stuttering through tears.

- he just looks at you "oh poor you so alone and fragile." he thought after all you were just a girl and you didn’t mean any of this

- “officer is there anyway that you wouldn’t press charges?” you looked at him with hungry and intent eyes.

- you felt pretty bare right now. in your light pink nighties. the way he was taller, bigger and had more authority than you do… oh you felt so weak, like a bunny waiting for its predator to attack.

- as messed up as it sounds, this made you feel very warm and fuzzy, his presence made you warm and fuzzy. the way his mustache sits on his face and how his messy brown hair stands up, he looks a little sleep deprived and tired, probably from his police job. he’s just a little older than your parents. just perfect, you thought to yourself.

- you’ve never been attracted to a man his age but something about him being an authority figure made you insides turn in excitement, which made you yearn for more.

- “please officer..” you plead as you get on your knees, very intent to seduce the older man.

- he groans at the sight of you. “no no, sweetie we can’t-” he breathes out as he adjusts himself to try to hide the obvious tent in his pants.

- “officer i’ll be good i promise… just don’t press any charges on me…” you mumbled. it’s working you thought as your manicured hands fumble with his silver belt buckle

- “oh my sweet sweet girl.” he groans as he cups your sweet face as his thumb plays with your pink plush lips as he inserts his digits in your mouth making you moan around his fingers.

- “i shouldn’t be doing this.” charlie thought to himself

- you adjust yourself from kneeling, the roughness of the police car’s floormat bruising and ever so slightly scraping your delicate knees

- you use your teeth to unzip his pants as your eyes never leaved his, his hands cupping your face as he tucks your hair away.

- as you palm him through his boxers, wetness pools in your floral underwear.

- eager for some friction, you decided to use your fingers to press on your clothed cunt.

- as you fumble on his waistband, his cock still soft you whimper at the sight of his size.

- oh poor man.. you thought he was probably so pent up, no one probably took care of his sexual needs :(

- you start kissing on his cock sweetly as you look up at him..

- oh the way he stares down at you makes you feel inferior, you moan at the thought.

- slowly, you put his cock in your mouth.

- starting slow… going deeper and deeper you grow desperate for pleasure of your own

- he groans at the sight of you… so cockdrunk.. so needy for him.. it’s been years since someone wanted him this bad.

- “you’re such a good girl for me.” charlie manages to groan out, he holds you by your throat forcing you to look up

- picking up the pace, you moan and gag around his length sending him over the edge.

- he notices you yearn for attention down there :( so he signals you to stop and he instructs you to straddle him.

- with his cock out, you straddle him, kissing him hungrily as your clothed cunt pressed against his bare girth.

- as you took in his tongue, the taste of gas station coffee and cigarettes intertwined with your saliva.

- he eventually starts creeping his calloused hands to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he rides your nightie up making you whimper and soften into his touch.

- as he finds his rough hands up and down your body, he fondles with your breasts, nipples erect from the cold washington breeze, the straps of your nightgown falling to the side as he takes your tits out to look at them.

- oh they were so perky and so soft. he made his way down with his mouth, lapping at your soft skin, eventually finding his tongue wrapped around your sensitive nipple.

- you throw your head back moaning at the pleasure he gave you, rocking back and forth slowly finding some friction as your baby pink painted nails dug crescents into his shoulder.

- he reaches down, to lift the skirt of your nightie, reaching down to your panty clad cunt, taking his thumb and firmly tracing circles on your clit.

- you elicit a moan and collapse into him, his big strong arms supporting you as you reach your high.

- suddenly you felt brave, you pull your panties to the side and you sink down to him.

- “n-no sweetie we can’t-” he whimpers out as you lower into him, as he throws his head back.

- “please officer let me be good.. let me be a good girl..” you cry out in desperation for some relief.

- you just sat there, letting your tight cunt adjust around his big cock your as he wraps his big strong arms around you.

- “baby.. your cunt is so tight.. fuck—” he pants out while looking at your beautiful face.

- you weren’t that experienced per se… only being a freshman in college, having one night stands with guys your age that you barely even know who treat you with only lust no love, but with chief swan, it felt intimate and romantic. the way he holds you and kisses you made you melt into his arms. it made you feel like you were cared for.

- slowly but surely you went up and down, savoring his length, you’ve never had someone this.. big and girthy (and mature).

- charlie being on the older side, didn’t have enough stamina, so you were using him like a dildo over bouncing up and down his cock as you looked at how his face was painted with pleasure.

- he looks at you with so much lust and love in his eyes, he haven’t had someone take care of him like this for years.

- he pressed his calloused thumb on your clit rubbing circles making you see stars.

- this was the most pleasure you’ve received from a man.

- “such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this, don’t worry i won’t give you charges princess, no one has to know. ” he looks at you firmly.

- you shake uncontrollably. poor girl can’t take all that cock inside of her :(

- you were making his pants all wet from your juices, all the mixed sensations of him nipping at your soft skin, his thumb pressed to your clit and his cock in you was enough to send you over the edge.

- “fuckfuckfuck-” you whimper out as you come undone on him, your cunt fluttering around his fat cock.

- “you’re doing so good for me.” he says as he carries your waist up as he thrusts inside you and spills his cum inside of you.

- he quickly pulls out, pushing you to lay down on the car seat.

- chief swan got on his knees, pulls you panties to the side and started lapping at your freshly fucked cunt, his mustache tickling your clit as his mouth worked on you.

- you squeezed your legs together, pinning his head steady between your legs as he overstimulated you, as you squirm and pull on his hair.

- he suddenly knelt up, slapping his cock on your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down your slit.

- your eyes roll back so far back it felt like you could see the back of your skull.

- “officer please-” you moaned out, chest heaving. everything about him was intoxicating. you fucking in a police car only added to the thrill, the scent of sex and his cheap cologne filled your lungs.

- “please what? use your words sweetheart.” he said between groans, as he held your chin with one hand so you could make eye contact with him.

- his thrusts became more erratic and his hips stuttered.

- “please cum on my face officer..” you said embarrassed. you couldn’t believe this filth was coming out your mouth.

- he knelt up, rapidly stroking his length as his seed painted your delicate face.

- meeting chief swan was definitely an experience.

happy father’s day to all my dilfs out there

[volturissideslut]

Hi! How do you think Jasper would behave if his human girlfriend caught a cold or an influenza? 💐

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊

Jasper strokes the sweaty top of you head as you lie in his bed, bundled in layers of his jumpers and blankets. Your face is flushed from the heat but you still shiver. He looks on with worry at the still full glass of water on his bedroom side, only a sip having been taken to help swallow some pain killers for your splitting headache.

In other words, he hates this. His gift is torn between being a nuisance and his guiding saviour right now as he can feel every bit of your pain and discomfort. He knows when to help you, yes, when you need another blanket, or a hot meal, or something. But for the most part? He's powerless. Sat here and watching his mate in pain with no real way to help other that watching you sweat it out.

He climbs into beed with you, silent and watchful, as icy lips press themself to your forehead. It cools your burning fever down some and unconsciously your body chases that. Half asleep you shuffle towards him.

Jasper chuckles and takes the outermost layer of your blanket burrito into his arms as an almost faux cuddle. You whine, waking up a bit now, and try and undo some layers so he can hold you.

He tuts, making your stop, and gives a gentle "you gotta keep warm darlin'". You disagree, but manage to find a comprimise.

Bundled up in several blankets, you lay on top of Jasper. At this point he becomes one with the burrito. One day, youll laygh at this, but for now he's just hoping that the mint cologne he's wearing is helping you breathe a bit better.

[h-yalexaaaa]

gotta love the nerdy weird awkward but confident at times men that are so attractive for no reason

[flippinpancakes64]

The Cullens with a reader that REALLY loves to nap/sleep?

This was on my list of ones to do so thank you! And I hope you like it!

Edward:

He got really concerned for a while

There was a period of time, before he started stalking you at night of course, where you would go hours without responding to his texts

He got so anxious one day that he just showed up at your window to make sure you were alright

And you were asleep

Pretty much every time after that if he wanted to know where you were he knew that's what you were doing

When you start dating and he can come and go more freely he'll cuddle up next to you and just watch (creepy)

But then it gets to a point where he gets a bit scared

You guys are out and about and you mention that you're tired and just want to go home and sleep

Or instead of watching a movie with him you'll just drift off

Genuinely asks Carlisle if this is normal

He needs reassurance from both you and Carlisle that this is normal and that sleeping is just fun <3

Alice:

Before you two start dating, when you guys are still just friends, she finds it odd that you won't hang out with her

Like wdym you don't want to spend a whole Saturday shopping

Also finds it odd that you don't want to text or call all the time

She just straight up asks you tho

Almost doesn't believe you when you say it's because you're napping/sleeping

"Okay yeah I toootally believe that you sleep from 7 pm to 4 pm"

But it's true

When she eventually makes her own Edward-style trip to your house in the middle of the day and sees you sleeping she has no choice but to believe it

When you guys start dating she gets a little more annoyed

Like come on you are her partner dammit why are you sleeping all day?

She makes the mistake of waking you up one day

That doesn't go too well

She doesn't do that again

She gets a bit huffy when you sleep all day but just make it up to her by letting her drag you wherever she wants one day and you're good to go

Jasper:

Your relationship is slow to build

You start off only seeing each other in school

Then talking a little bit

Then hanging out at school

Then talking a little bit after

Then hanging out a little bit after

So he doesn't really question anything when you don't talk to him most of the time

He just thinks you don't want to move on to being that close yet

But once you guys start dating, that's when he notices it

For a while he thinks it's just him because he's so used to Alice literally always being there and ready to talk to him

But when he goes over to your house for the first time to hang out and you just take a nap

He puts the dots together

He doesn't mind one bit

He's quiet after all

I feel like he would appreciate the peace since his house is never quiet

And not to mention that he can feel the tranquil and calm emotions radiating from you

You bet your ass he is cuddling with you

He just likes to lay there and close his eyes

Rosalie:

She was pretty quick to notice tbh

I feel like she's one to pick up technology pretty quick

So she's a texter

And she notices that you go dark at like 4 pm every day only to respond again sometime in the middle of the night then stop again

She gets a little annoyed

She thinks you're ignoring her

She gets petty for like, a week

Won't acknowledge you in the hallway or answer your texts

It's only when you basically have a breakdown in front of her that she tells you why

And then you have another breakdown explaining that you're literally just sleeping

So then she feels bad

Cue a week of apology gifts

After that though she starts coming over to nap

Sleep sesh

She brings over a book or a movie to watch while you sleep next to her

She loves it

Like Jasper she loves the tranquility

Emmett:

He'd also notice pretty quick that something's up

Like wdym you don't want to go throw rocks at cars or whatever he does for fun

He would just take it as you being a whimp tho

"You don't want to hang cause you're scared of *insert random thing* right?"

You give in one time and go do something with him and he notices like an hour in that you are yawning like crazy and walking super slow

You explain that this is your regularly scheduled nap time and then it makes sense to him

Unfortunately tho he's not one to just lay around

Something's gonna have to change

Maybe one day dedicated to doing what he wants and then the rest you can sleep as much as you want

Compromise :)

Esme:

Honestly she's down

When you first come over she thinks she's prepared for anything humans would need but then you start drifting off at like 4 and she's like "oh"

Instantly is putting you in a room and telling everyone to be quiet

Is a little concerned but also she thinks it's cute

And it makes her lowkey miss being human and being able to take naps too

LOVES laying with you tho

Will grab a book and lay there with you for hours

Chill queen

Carlisle:

He's concerned

He can't help it

He sees people come in multiple times a day every day with similar symptoms and rarely do any of them have nothing wrong

Once he has learned the extent of your sleeping, he takes you to do some testing

Not even an at-home consultation

You are going into the clinic no ifs, ands, or buts

When he finds that there's nothing wrong though, he'll ease up

Just a little

Is still super concerned though

Will check up on you every once in a while when you're sleeping

He likes spending time with you though

His favorite thing is if you take a nap on the couch in his office

He loves just having you there while he does paperwork for the clinic

Vampire! Bella:

She remembers naps all too well

And she misses them too

Even though she loves being a vampire she does miss getting to rest and disappear from the world for a couple of hours

She will never ever wake you up

Unless there's like an emergency or something

Loves to chill

Again, would be content just reading a book or drawing while you're sleeping

Would like to cuddle too

She likes the warmth and the comfort

Might even convince someone in the Cullen house to buy a nice bed for when you come over (if she doesn't already have one)

[sivyera]

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

ft. carlise, esme, emmet, rosalie, edward, jasper, alice, jacob, seth, leah, paul, charlie, bella

a/n: with songs to each character

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⤷ Carlisle Cullen - rich love

Carlisle is a very rich man which means he will spoil you a lot. Not only with expensive gifts but also with a lot of attention and affection.

Every time when he gets home from work, he welcomes you with a kiss and warm hug.

When he has a day off, he will cook with you (even tho he cannot eat it, it's just about the time he can spend with you) or you will lay on his lap with his hand stroking your hair and book in his other hand, reading to you.

Every Friday he will take you to a fancy restaurant and than for a slow walk around the nearest park.

On your birthday or on International Women's Day (or any other 'special' day) he will spoil you even more than on normal days. Expensive jewelry, perfumes, clothes, shoes,...

He will bring you flowers at least once every two weeks. And every July he will take you on vacation and you can choose where.

Lolita - Lana Del Rey

⤷ Esme Cullen - falling in love fast

Esme is such a kind soul so it's no surprise that you two fell in love with each other fast.

She will take you on a date every Saturday. Mostly coffee dates are her favourite. The two of you can talk for hours while drinking delicious coffee.

She will also enjoy baking with you (even tho she cannot eat/taste them)

She has many polaroids with you on them or with the both of you on them and has them hang in her closet or the small table beside her bed.

She loves when you paint her nails and massage her legs and she will always return the favor.

She loves sunny days but because she's a vampire and her skin sparkle on the sun, she cannot go out where people can see her, BUT she can go somewhere private like meadow or forest where you two can be alone and on the sun!

Sofia - Clairo

⤷ Emmett Cullen - he fell first and harder

Emmett was absolutely over the moon when you two started dating, because he knew from the start that you two are just meant to be.

He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you are stroking his hair or doing make-up on him, he just want you in his lap, so he can embrace you with his big arms and muscular body.

He'll dance goofily around the bedroom with you to some catchy hip-hop songs he has found.

He loves cuddling with you especially when he can be the big spoon, because he likes how tiny you're compared to him.

Matching pyjamas and make polaroids in those pyjamas, which happens to be one of his favourite memory and polaroids.

He doesn't really like reading books but he always wants you to read to him, because he loves your voice.

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

⤷ Rosalie Cullen/Hale - you fell first but she fell harder

Rosalie has trust issues and trauma because of her past so she wouldn't fall in love easily nor fast, but trust me when she does fall in love; she loves hard.

She loves having spa day with you which includes face masks, painting nails, shared warm bath and much more.

She will take you to the mail shopping almost every day and will buy you everything you look at.

She doesn't like much PDA but she will hold your hand in public but if she gets jealous, she will show the person she's jealous off who you belong to.

She doesn't show it to others just you, but she loves cuddles. She loves when you lay next to her, face to face so she can see your beautiful face.

She's also very protective over you, so if any guy or a girl makes you feel uncomfortable (or unsafe), tell her and she will make sure they won't approach you ever again.

Prey - The Neighbourhood

⤷ Edward Cullen - first and only love

Edward waited so many years for you, but it was worth it because he finally got you.

He loves when you kiss his forehead even tho he has to lean down because of your height difference, it makes him feel safe. Still his favourite place to kiss you is on your lips.

Edward will write poets for you and about you on small piece of paper and then put them somewhere in your room where you will notice them like your closet or on your book, laptop, notebook, pillow,...and he will bring you your favorite flowers right after the previous ones he gave you have withered.

He will also write songs about you (or for you) and then play them to you on the piano. Which he absolutely loves because you sit right next to him and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours full of love. Edward cannot read your mind but he can sure read your eyes, the small spark and the love in them when you look at him, he just loves it!

Loves cuddling with you, his favourite position is when you lay on his chest or when he's the big spoon, face to face or hugging you from behind.

He loves having deep talks with you and he'll tell you about his childhood or about the time he was born in.

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

⤷ Jasper Cullen/Hale - unconditional love

Jasper can be sometimes insecure just as much as Edward, they even have similar reasons... Jasper is afraid of him hurting you, he's afraid that he won't be able to control himself around you, but your words of affirmation and gently touch will calm him down.

Jasper doesn't talk much, he rather listens and he loves listens to you. It doesn't matter what you are talking about, he just loves your voice.

He will take you for a horse ride because he loved it back when he was a human and because he was a cowboy, but you two will have to share the horse because he wants your arms around him.

At first he was a bit scared of cuddling with you (again because of his control) but soon as your hand went to his hair, he melted. Both of you realized how touch starved he's so now cuddling is an everyday thing.

Jasper is a gentleman like Edward or Carlisle so he will also bring you flowers every even week.

He'll read to you to make you fall asleep, because his smooth voice is like a lullaby to you. But if Jasper feels that you are anxious, he will calm you down with his gift and than talk to you what made you anxious, eventually he will cuddle you.

R U Mine? - Artic Monkeys

⤷ Alice Cullen - any universe

Alice (because of her gift) always knew you were the one, her one and only true love. So when she first saw you, she couldn't help but babbling to her adoptive siblings all day how amazing you are and how she's already in love with you.

She'll go to the mail with you and make small fashion show with you in the cabins with all the cute outfits she found for you and you for her.

She's mostly the small spoon (sometimes she is the big spoon but depends on the situation) while cuddling because she loves when you hold her in your arms and stroke her back.

Outside, in front of other people, she will always hold your whole arm, not just palm.

If you have trouble falling asleep, she will gladly sing to you while stroking your hair.

She'll buy matching clothes, jewerly or nail polish, because she loves when you two match your outfits or other accesories.

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

⤷ Jacob Black - whatever it takes

Jacob is willing to do anything and everything for you, his imprint. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will do just everything.

Jacob can be sometimes insecure because he isn't that rich like the Cullens and he thinks you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, so once again he's willing to prove you that he's worthy of your love.

He'll make you a small wolf and your favourite flower out of wood and attached it into a bracelet, which he will eventually give you to your birthday.

He's also a big cuddle bug, because he's so warm will make you comfortable enough to fall asleep. He's most of the time the big spoon because he feels like he's protecting you but he doesn't mind to be the little spoon. Cuddling also leaves his scent on you so every vampire or shape-shifter (wolf) can smell who you belong to.

He'll take you on motorcycle rides. Also he will drop you at your school on his motorcycle and then he will pick you up. Also he'll let you ride on his back while he's in his wolf form.

Jacob doesn't like fancy restaurants, he prefers his or your bed with some snacks and movies, cuddling of course!

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

⤷  Seth Clearwater - love at first sight

Seth hoped that he will met his imprint someday and he heard from the others how amazing the feeling is to imprint on someone, but no one really prepared him to him because when he first saw you, your beauty hit him like a brick. And he finally understood the feeling because all he could see was you...

Seth will make sure you are always in a good mood with him, either he could tell you some stupid joke or cheesy pick-up line.

He maybe look like a cute baby but don't let his cute face fool you because he won't hesitate to kill for you, so it makes him really protective over you.

In his wolf form he's like a big puppy but only to you and he loves giving you piggy back rides in his wolf form.

Cuddling really depends on his mood; if he's in good mood he will be the little spoon with his head placed on your lap; if he's in a bad mood (mostly when he's jealous) he'll be the big spoon to show others that he can protect you.

He loves baking with you but he's clueless so he will just stand there and watch you or mix some ingredients, often sneaks up a kiss on the cheek while baking.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

⤷  Leah Clearwater - enemies to lovers

At first Leah hated the fact that she actually had a imprint, so she would try to stay away from you as much as possible and when she couldn't; she would have some nasty comments towards you, but it hurt her as hell when she saw how sad she made you or worst insecure.

She tried hard to stay away from you but she failed, miserably. She needed you, she needed to be with you, so she will explain everything to you same as she would apologize for her acting.

Very protective of you, anyone could just try and test her patience.

At first she wouldn't want you to be near her while she was in her wolf form because she was much bigger and stronger so she was afraid that she could hurt you, but she became a sucker for scratches behind her ear.

Seth will often tease his big sister because she's really soft when it comes to you, which makes Leah give Seth few playful slaps.

When it comes to cuddling, Leah is the big spoon because she has the urge to protect you and being the big spoon makes her feel like she's protecting you in you sleep.

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

⤷  Paul Lahote - rough love

With the term 'rough love' i mean that Paul is passionate lover and is willing to do anything for his imprint, you.

Paul isn't very patient when it comes to people but you are an exception. Still he's aggressive when someone push his buttons but you are always here to drag him away and calm him down.

Just a single touch and Paul's full attention is on you. Which brings me to the fact that he turns into a puppy when you touch him, your touch is just to comforting.

He's the big spoon because he feels like he protects you and it makes his scent stay on you.

He can get jealous very easily, he trusts you but he doesn't trusts the others and he doesn't want any boys or girls too close to his imprint.

Loves everything you cook or bake and will always eat everything.

Overprotective, if any vampire even dare to touch you, he'll kill him.

Little Freak - Harry Styles

⤷ Charlie Swan - old love

Charlie is old school but still a huge gentleman.

He will bring you flowers every time you had a bad day and some chocolates when you had a good day to make it even better.

He loves watching old movies or crime/detective movies with you, with his arm around your shoulder.

When he has day off, you two will go on a picnic date which always ends up with you laying on his chest while he's telling you some stories from work.

Every time you bring him a lunch into his police office, he will welcome you with a warm, thankful smile and thank you with a kiss on your cheek.

He will protect you even more than before, when he finds out that there are vampires and werewolfs (shape-shifters).

Burning Love - Elvis Presley

⤷  Bella Swan - teenage love

Bella will be awkward and nervous when she first spoke to you, because you were just too beautiful to be real. But to her surprise she made you fall in love with her which made her so, so happy.

First attempts of trying to cuddle with her or just show her simple romantic affection were awkward because she was just to nervous, eventually she will warm up and feel more comfortable.

She find our that you touch calms her anxiety and nervousness so whenever she's nervous or anxious she will just hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Charlie was very happy that his daughter found someone like you, which made Bella even more happy when she saw how you, the love of her life and her father get along.

Often having sleepovers at her house when Charlie has night shifts, which always leads to matching face masks and cuddles.

Kisses on the cheek are her favourite, because she can easily turn and give you small peck on your cheek and visa versa.

Electric Love - BØRNS 

[alixandra-multifandom-version]

A reader who doesn't know the cullens are vampires

Reader: do different type of blood taste different?

Cullens forgetting the reader doesn't know answering fast: yes

Reader: ...that was too fast of an answer

The cullens: shit....

[justagirlswrld]

Winter’s bite

a/n: a drabble(?) for my ephemeral universe. here’s the fic if you missed it.

summary: you were a thousand miles away from home but he still seemed to haunt you (takes place during new moon).

warning: typical ex stuff. angst? no smut, just Edward being Edward.

The knock at your front door pulls you from the trance your text book had you in, It’s well past your bed time but it was imperative that you cram for the test you had that afternoon. You look to the clock ticking on your apricot living room wall to make sure you weren’t lucid from lack of sleep but the time still read 4:00 AM.

You decide to ignore whoever was rapping at the door, with Nina at work you figured it wasn’t wise for a lone, young woman to open the door for a stranger in the wee hours of the morning. You’re ready to stuff your nose back in the pages of your book when the knocking begins again. You groan from your place on the couch, cell phone in hand just incase you needed to call 911.

You grab a knife from the kitchen, holding it tight in your hand as you creep towards the front door, blanket still hanging from your shoulders. When you finally look through the peep hole the knife falls from your hand and hits the floor with a clatter, you almost find yourself dialing Nina as you look upon the boy who ripped apart your heart with his fangs.

You have to step deeper into the living room for a moment, pinching yourself to make sure you weren’t having a nightmare before finding your place at the peep hole again.

Edward Cullen was standing in front of your apartment.

He looked the same under the muted porch light, save for the dark circles under his topaz eyes, not that you expected a undead 17 year old to change in the months you’d been gone.

This was the last thing you were expecting (or wanted) on a boring Saturday night. Your hair was a mess and your pajamas were stained with the ice cream you’d just devoured but that was the last thing on your mind with the leech (as Embry would call them) in front of you. Your hand trembled slightly as you reached up to unlock the door.

The dry December air hit you as soon as you pulled the door open but you weren’t sure if that was why a shiver ran down your body. Nobody said anything for a moment, you still weren’t sure if this was a hallucination coming from a twisted part of your brain, so your words were uncharacteristically soft when you decided to speak.

“How did you find me?”, You’d never told Edward that you’d accepted the offer in California after your future plans of running away with the Cullen’s were destroyed. He has the decency to look sheepish when he answers, “You were on your mother’s mind.” He doesn’t have to explain that he meant he went poking around in her thoughts.

“..And what are you doing here?” He looks down at his dark boots then back to you, your expression hard and unwelcoming. “I can’t stop thinking about how I treated you. I can’t…live with the idea of you hurt because of my misdoings. I was wrong and I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You’re not sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t that, even though it was the most Edward thing to do. But you weren’t sure you even really knew him after the incident in the garage.

“I fight my.…vampiric nature as much as i can but it slipped out of me in that moment. I was cold and uncaring and you didn’t deserve the real me- the monster.” You listen to Edward stoically from your place in the threshold. “I was horrible to you, using you for my own selfish gain after lying to you for months.” Your hand grips the door so hard you fear it might turn into dust, you’re blinking ferociously to keep the tears that threatened to spill at bay while he rambles on and on.

You hadn’t entirely gotten over Edward’s betrayal despite the months that passed, you’d decided to ignore the pain rather than confront it so Edward standing in front of you felt like ripping out fresh stitches.

It felt useless leaving Forks, you were so far from home that you’d assumed you’d be far from Edward or anything or anyone that would remind you of the brooding vampire….yet here he was.

Your lips form a line after Edward’s finishes his long winded apology then looks at you expectantly. “Well, i’m glad you were able to clear your conscience-“ You cut yourself off as you begin pulling the door closed, groaning when it’s stopped by a pale hand, your frustration growing when his words from the garage incident begin to swirl around in your head.

“No..it’s so much more. I…love her, i’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

If you weren’t so prideful you might’ve started crying, instead you explode into anger. “Edward get the fuck away from my door-“ You push at his chest and he gets the hint to back up, “What the fuck are you doing here anyway?!”, he looks at you incredulously now.

“I wanted to make amends-“ You throw your hands up and he stops mid sentence, “No, why are you in California, bothering me at four in the morning instead of in Forks with the girl you left me for?”

The wound was definitely still raw.

Edward looks away from you now, the light wind pushing his already mussed, bronze hair. You knew you could go in the house, you knew he wouldn’t stop you from closing the door this time but for some unexplainable reason you wait for him to answer.

“….I- we had to leave. It’s too dangerous for Bella with us there. She can’t protect herself like you can.” You snort. Partly because the last time you ran into vampires that weren’t the Cullen’s you almost became dinner, secondly because it was so ironic that they ended up leaving anyway after you practically begged Edward to join you out of state.

You shake your head, deciding not to voice either of those thoughts. Instead because some stupid, soft part of you still cared about Edward your next words slip from your lips, “And where’s your family? Why aren’t you with them?” Not that you actually cared.

“They’re in Ithaca…i’m tracking Victoria.” You laugh lightly, earning a confused look from Edward. “You’re a horrible a tracker.” You’d learned this from the time you’d spent in the woods together.

“I know” Edward laughs but it sounds void of any happiness. There’s a long stretch of silence, Edward just stands there instead of leaving and you’re holding the door instead of going inside.

Your mind races with questions, the main one: did he ever really love you or he did he just keep you around? like a pet. But you won’t ask, refuse to actually and when his tawny eyes meet yours you remember that he can read minds and you never put your wall up.

He goes to speak but you point an accusatory finger at him, “Stay out of my head and away from me.” When you slam the door this time there’s no restrictions.

“Y/N-“ Edward’s voice is barely muffled by the wooden door, “I did love you- I’ll always love you….you were one of my best friends.” Edward continues even though you don’t respond, “I still think about your grandfathers song. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and we can be friends one day.”

You wipe at the tears threatening to spill out your eyes and walk back to your place on the couch. You don’t bother looking out the peephole because knowing Edward he was already gone.

[shelbybyr]

When your favorite fanfic writer deletes their work

[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Doctor's Wife 💘 | Carlisle Cullen Imagine

Set during the events of Twilight (2008)

Twilight Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x female!vampire!reader (romantic), Bella Swan x Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen x reader (platonic)

Content warnings: fluff, light angst, suggestive themes right at the end | female reader (she/her) | wc: 3.5k

requested 📥 yes/no

Premise: When Edward introduces Bella to his family after weeks of avoiding the inevitable, there was no telling how it was going to go down. Of course, what does one expect when they bring their girlfriend over for the first time…. except it's to a family of animal blood-sucking vampires who's lives each deserve a biography of their own. Bella felt the pressure of making a great impression, but the nerves seemed to heighten in regard to meeting the woman responsible for raising Edward throughout his undead life. The woman whose soul was bonded to none other than the Cullen patriarch.

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Over a hundred years walking the Earth and Edward still experienced the universal feeling of cringe and embarrassment. This time, at the hands of none other than his family as he introduced him to the girl who’d captured his undead heart and made it hard for Edward to stay away. 

“Alright, um,” he swallowed, placing a gentle hand on Bella’s back to nudge her in the direction of the staircase. Away from the prying eyes of his siblings and Carlisle after Alice had to say, ‘Oh, you do smell good,’ and Jasper was literally fighting for his life to keep it together. “Where’s Y/n?”

“In her studio,” Carlisle replied with a smile, the mention of his wife bringing a warmth to his chest. “She’s working on a project and can definitely use a break. She’s been excited to meet Bella since you mentioned bringing her over.” 

Bella blushed, the nerves resurfacing at meeting another member of the Cullen family. The matriarch at that. Edward’s adoptive mother and Carlisle’s wife. 

“Thanks,” Edward turned on his heel, leading Bella in the opposite direction. Mumbling a short goodbye, she followed the vampire down the corridor, past the staircase and a living space before stopping in front of a wooden door. 

Before he knocked, Edward put a comforting hand on Bella’s shoulder, “Calm down,” his teeth sparkled against the light, eyes teasing. “Your heartbeat is out of control.”

“Sorry,” she flushed again, cursing at herself. She didn’t understand why she was so nervous to meet Y/n. More so than the rest of his family. Maybe it was because Edward spoke so highly of her. Maybe it was because she saw the way Carlisle lit up at the mere mention of her name. Or how the townspeople praised Y/n, even if they only had one interaction. 

Edward went to knock, but this time was interrupted by a voice calling out from the other side, “Come in!” Smiling, he pushed open the door, revealing a large room in what only could be described as an organized disarray. 

Bella’s jaw slightly dropped, taking in the scene before her. Eyes first darting to the high ceilings with a drop-down chandelier. Though it wasn’t on, thanks to the natural light provided by the left side of the room with floor to ceiling windows where a wall should’ve been. A beautiful, perfect view of the forest surrounding the home. 

The walls were painted a rusted burnt red, the kind you see in art museums. Floors made of the finest dark wood, with one area covered by plastic reserved for protecting it by the paint cans laying on top, beside an easel holding a large canvas. A very large, vintage clock took the center of the wall connected to the window, surrounded by pieces ranging from old signs to shelves holding books and plants. 

On the main wall parallel to the windows, a map of the world hung, flanked by art pieces. Portraits, landscape. Various mediums of pencil, oils, and acrylic. A phone straight from the 1930s mounted above a small table covered by messy stacks of paper. Bella’s eyes drew to a woven basket that came probably to her waist, filled with pieces of rolled parchment. A few laid on the ground. A foot away from it was a cart holding art supplies. 

Finally, Bella’s gaze landed on the figure in the center of the room. Y/n sat on a wooden stool, her posture perfect, hand scribbling across a large piece of parchment placed on the wooden desk facing the windows. The desk was the type that propped up, a lamp attached to the corner, and side table. Something an artist or engineer invested in. 

“I thought I heard the raging pump of a heartbeat approaching.” Bella squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, letting out a small groan. Opening them when she heard the skid of the stool against the floor. 

“Y/n,” Edward scolded, tone playful. 

“Apologies, I couldn’t help myself,” Y/n chuckled, approaching the two with a wide smile. Bella held her breath, admiring the woman before her. Alice may have been the fashion girlie of the family, but there was no denying who she must’ve gotten it from. 

Y/n made even the simplest of clothing look ethereal. White blouse tucked into beige trousers, brown belt with hints of gold, paired with stunning white heeled boots. The necklaces she wore were layered, the longest of which had several charms making them clink together, bracelets covering her wrists, three rings on each hand, and gold hoops. A multicolor scarf consisting of warm tones like red, orange, and yellow tied around her hair. Then of course, her eyes were melting gold. 

She was the picture of an artist. 

Upon closer inspection, Bella had to hold back a whistle at the ring reserved for her left ring finger. Carlisle sure had taste and made sure his lady got what she deserved. That was no ring. That was a rock.

“You must be the famous Bella,” Y/n’s hand shot out, Bella hesitating a moment before taking it. Y/n’s handshake was soft yet firm at the same time. Bringing a chill to Bella as their skin met. “It is truly a pleasure to meet you,” letting go of her hand, Y/n brought both of hers up to make a gesture. “I have been begging Edward to bring you around for weeks. I don’t know why it’s taken him so long,” a playful glare was directed at him. 

Edward rolled his eyes, then put an arm around Bella. “Bella, this is Y/n. My mother for all intents and purposes. Artist, architect, and occasional therapist to all of us emotionally stunted immortal teenagers.”

“You said it, not me,” Y/n smirked, hands raised again. 

Bella laughed, comforted by Edwards touch as she regarded Y/n. “It’s really nice to meet you, Y/n. Edward talks about you all the time.”

“Good things, correct?”

“Of course,” Bella assured, nudging Edward who had scoffed. “He mentioned you designed this house--it’s absolutely beautiful. And this--,” motioning to the space, Bella was again in awe of Y/n’s studio. It’s like she was walking through an exhibit in the Louvre. “Wow.”

“When I made the blueprints for this house, I wanted everyone to have a place--plus everyone was vocal about what they wanted,” she teases with a grin. “Carlisle has his study, Alice her closets, Rosalie wished for a garage, Jasper desired a library, Emmett a game room, Edward got his music room. And me,” a hand waves to the room with pride. “My studio.”

Bella raised an intrigued brow, aimed at Edward, “you have a music room?” 

Had he been human, Edward would have blushed. He brushed it off with a shrug, “Yeah, it’s just where I keep a few instruments. I’ll show you as we go through the house.”

“A few,” Y/n lightly scoffed, earning a small glare from the boy. 

“Carlisle said you’re working on a project,” he changed the subject, nudging his head toward the desk. Catching sight of the blueprints that were in the early draft stages. 

“The high school plans to renovate the library, so they’ve asked me to go over some plans and designs. They were pleased with my work for the gym last year.” 

Edward turns to Bella, “Y/n has the magic touch for designing and constructing. And because we’ve had the time to redo college over and over again….” They share a laugh, “she’s got degrees in art, engineering, design, and business on top of her architecture education.”

The woman simply shrugs, “I like to keep busy. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of obtaining all the world’s knowledge when you have eternity.” If she saw the pointed look Edward was giving her, Y/n ignored it. 

“Anyway,” He sighed, returning his attention to Bella, “The town comes to her for consultations. And, in most cases than often, she designs and oversees the build.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Bella awed, past Edward’s shoulder she spotted the white construction worker's hat. Propped beside a coat hanger possessing a pair of overalls, scarves, and painters' boots. “Did you-,” her finger pointed to the display of artwork, “paint all those?”

“Several, yes,” Y/n motioned them to follow her, moving closer to the wall. “This one you might have guessed is the view of the forest from this room. The first one I did when we moved here. But not all are recent, some I did in the 90s--,” she pointed to a canvas framed with gold trimming near the top. Depicting an image of inside a medical tent, “That one is from when I volunteered for the Army Nurses Corps.”

Bella’s eyes bulged, glancing between Y/n and Edward. “You--you served during the War?” 

Y/n nodded, expression now solemn, “First World War. We were living in Virginia at the time and therefore injured soldiers coming back from Europe docked at the bases there first. Carlisle was the trauma surgeon, and I was a nurse.” Her boots echoed against the wood as they strolled down. “We stayed there the duration of the war before settling in Chicago….”

“How long before he wakes up?”

“Not long,” Carlisle kept his eyes on the unconscious boy while his wife paced behind him. Had they been able to sweat they would’ve been drenched. “The venom transferred from his neck. The closest I could get to his heart--it should take less than a day.”

Y/n ran a hand through her neatly styled hair in distress. They’d only been in Chicago a few months. Arriving when the War ended and immediately joining the effort to combat the Spanish Influenza spreading through the population. With their current predicament, there was no way they could stay.  

Ripping the nurses cap off, she asked, “What’s our next move then? We can’t stay here. This city is an endless potluck of people, and we don’t know how strong his urges will be,” she stopped pacing, coming beside her husband with a pleading gaze. “I know you said his parents are dead, but that doesn't mean he may not have family who’ll come looking for him. What kind of people are we to rip him from the ones who love him?” Upon the look she received, Y/n dropped her head, “Unless you mean to fake his death.” 

Carlisle placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “The boy had the influenza. They saw his condition--it was deteriorating. They’ll believe it took him in the night and his body was sent to the incinerators. Just like the others.”

Y/n sniffed, eyes welling with unshed tears. “I know, but…” she trailed off, “He’s a kid, Carlisle. We agreed that when it came time for us to save someone from death, it would not mean robbing them of their life--.”

“He was dying, Y/n,” his tone was firm, yet gentle. “I promised his mother we’d look after him.” Eyes flicker to Edward, then back to Y/n. While Carlisle hated himself for what he’d done, there was no going back now. “He’s our responsibility now. We’ve to teach him the ways of this life and make sure he copes with it. Not succumb to the darkness like we did.” 

Another sound left her, Y/n taking a moment to process before nodding. “Okay,” she whispered, keeping her voice steady. “We take this day-by-day.”

“Day-by-day.” 

“That’s when Edward….” Bella trailed, biting her lip when she realized it wasn’t the best idea to bring it up. Yet, she was surprised both the vampires nodded, understanding her implication. Instead, she said, “He mentioned you’ve been with Carlisle the longest….”

Like earlier with the doctor, Y/n visibly brightened at each time his name was said. “Will be two hundred years this fall.”

“Two--two hundred??” The human spluttered. Edward had failed to tell her that information. Only saying the two had been together long before Carlisle saved him. 

Chuckling at Bella’s reaction, Y/n tucked a piece of stray hair back in its place. “The vampire who bit me didn’t stick around. Abandoning me. A few days later of endless wonder and unable to control my newfound appetite, Carlisle found me.” Her smile was so wide, bright white teeth bouncing off light. “It’s been quite a life ever since.” 

They spent the next few minutes learning about the history of each painting. From the oil masterpiece of the New York Skyline to the charcoal portrait of Joan of Arc. Bella took time to admire the watercolor image of Carlisle. Donned in his white coat, hair and posture perfect. 

“Ah yes,” Y/n hummed, beaming up at the canvas. “My personal favorite. Though I’m a little biased given the muse of this piece happens to be the muse of my soul.” 

“Stay still.”

“I am.” 

“No, you’re not,” Y/n berated, dipping the brush back into the golden color before continuing to paint Carlisle’s hair. “I know this is time consuming, darling, but it’s not like you haven’t done it before.” 

“In my defense,” his hand raised, quickly putting it back in his lap when she groaned, “I’ve never technically sat for a portrait. The ones from Volterra were done while I wasn’t aware they were being painted.” A grimace took his features, remembering his time with the Volturi. “Aro preferred moments to be captured as they were happening in real time.”

Y/n threw him a look, shaking her head in the process. “Yeah, he seems like the type.” 

“First and last time he got to play model,” she laughed at the memory. “Thanks to the creation of the camera I could develop a photograph and wallah!” her hands made a gesture, “A still image to use as reference. And now with cell phones….I don’t even have to put in the work to develop the photo. It’s right there!”

Initially Bella found her reaction to a camera phone a little odd. But then remembered Y/n was a 200+ year old vampire and literally witnessed the development and advancement of technology. 

“But I don’t always create,” Y/n winked, stopping in front of a stunning work of a lily pond. “Sometimes I collect.”

Stepping closer, Bella inspected the art, finger on her lip as her brows furrowed in concentration. She’d seen it before. The familiarity of it was driving her brain into overdrive. Then it hit her, breath hitching, “Is that…A Monet?” Her confirmation nod made Bella nearly choke on her saliva. “How--?”

“Being alive 226 years and getting the privilege of traveling anywhere means I’ve had the pleasure of meeting interesting people,” her smirk was the type a movie villain showed that made the audience fall in love with them and brush away the fact they were a villain. A captivating sight. “One of those people happened to be Claude Monet during our time in France. Our shared love for art and nature brought a great friendship. I was actually with him when he painted this,” she casually said, aware of Bella’s astonished reaction despite her eyes trained on the canvas. “Unfortunately, Carlisle and I left before I got to see him finish. After he died several of his paintings went to museums or auctioned off. I made sure to acquire this one--took me about three years to find.”

After a moment of gawking, Bella gathered herself and moved onto the next piece. It really felt like they were in an art museum. Soon they came to the end of the gallery. 

“You’re incredibly talented,” Bella praised, unable to take her attention off the marble sculpture enclosed in a glass case by the small bookshelf. 

“Thank you. It’s nice to finally have someone to show this all too. Instead of just me admiring it daily.” Y/n put her hands in pockets, “Now I hate to kick you out, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a deadline to beat,” Y/n led them to the door, “and I’ll let you get back to your tour of the house. It was lovely to meet you, Bella, and please don’t be a stranger. Our door is always open for you.” 

“I really appreciate it,” Bella smiled, standing beside Edward in the doorway, “It was great meeting you too.” A wave of a goodbye and promise to visit again, Y/n watched Edward escort his girlfriend up the staircase to the second floor. Leaning against the side, Y/n touched a finger to her lips, not bothering to hide the giant grin surfacing. 

“I know that look.”

Despite speaking after Bella and Edward disappeared, Y/n felt Carlisle’s presence the second he breached the corridor. Not to mention the tingling sensation at the base of her spine. 

Slowly turning to face him, her smile widened, and Carlisle saw the way her golden hues sparkled when he approached. “And what exactly is that look?”

“The one where you’re overcome with happiness unable to be measured with how much it consumes you.” 

Hands took hold of her shoulders, gently brushing down until they reached her own, Y/n leaning into his touch, voice teasing, “What mother would I be to not be overjoyed for her son and the wonderful girlfriend he’s brought home?” 

Carlisle chuckled, tilting his head down to place a kiss on her forehead. The floral aroma of her Marc Jacobs perfume amplified her already sweet scent. Oh, how addicted he was to her scent. It was like walking through a garden of the most beautiful flowers on Earth. 

“You didn’t embarrass him, did you?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, tapping his chest to scold him, “Not much more than you lot. He was practically dragging Bella out of the kitchen.” Carlisle raised his hands in defense, making her raise a brow.

“That was all the kids. I’m innocent, my dear, you must believe me.” 

She tsked, “Well, at least you didn’t scare the poor girl like Rosalie and Jasper. And as much as I love Alice’s excitement, you might want to tell her to take it down a notch,” Y/n made a face, “I thought we all agreed last night not to bring up Bella’s scent.”

She was met with a sigh, her sculptured-God of a husband dropping his head onto her shoulder in defeat. “What was I supposed to do? You left me to fend for myself.” 

Laughing, Y/n reached her arms around his shoulders, encasing him in an embrace to which he greatly accepted. “I’m sorry, my love. Will you forgive me? I promise to find you the finest stag in all of Washington for you to feast upon.” Instantly his head shot up, moving it so their noses brushed against each other. 

“That’ll do.” Their lips met, igniting fireworks throughout their bodies as it always had for 200 years. Never once losing the feeling. 

They’d seen everything in the course of their century's long life. Several wars. Epidemics. The fall of countries and rise of new ones. Medicine advancing, technology overtaking man. The race to space and the rebirth of the Olympic Games. 

Met people who’d changed the world. Witnessed humanity evolve--and sometimes wondered how the hell it could be so stupid. But overall, they were the stagnant figures in their plane of existence. Time moving, they remained still.

And yet, somehow, they were able to find a family after all. 

When they pulled apart, their expressions of love remained. “God,” she hummed, “That never gets old.”

“Just like the first time?” He chafed, gold eyes glimmering.

Y/n pretending to think, lips pouting, “Less nervous,” a squeal escaped her at the feeling of his fingers tickling her ribcage. Shoving him away, the woman chided, “Get back to the hospital old man. There are patients to be seen, and I have a deadline to finish.” The gasp that left him made her grin.

“Old?! I’ll have you know that if I’m old then that means you are---.”

“Don’t you finish that sentence,” her finger pointed at his chest, “otherwise you’re sleeping on the couch.” Carlisle smirked, entering her personal space once again. 

“I can’t sleep. Neither can you.”

“Damn,” she exhaled, feigning defeat when really, she was becoming more invested with their little game. “You’re right.” Then her eyes turned dark, sinister. Face consorting to a look that made Carlisle shudder. 

A look he’d seen hundreds of times, and not once did not bring a chill to his already cold body. Enough to bring his heart back to life. Enough to send the frozen blood down to his spine. 

“Guess we’ll have to find another way to pass the time.” 

[cece693]

Can We Kill Her? (Jasper Whitlock x M! Vamp Reader)

This is a short thing I wrote before focusing on the next parts of Velvet Ring. It's not my best work (in my opinion), but it's fun. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Jasper really needs to be given an award for not killing the human, Bella Swan, for encroaching on what's his.

tags: jealous Jasper, petty Jasper, Edward is dumb, Bella bashing, The Cullens are no help, Rosalie is cool, Bella is obsessed with the wrong brother

Jasper's hands clenched into fists, the tension rippling through his body like a coiled spring ready to snap. His amber eyes burned with a dark intensity as he stood by the car, watching Bella Swan hover around you like a fucking mosquito. The human girl had no idea what kind of fire she was playing with, and Jasper wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his composure.

"I’ll kill her, I swear I’ll fucking kill her." he muttered under his breath, his Southern drawl sharper than usual, laced with venom. His eyes narrowed into slits as Bella smiled shyly up at you. This wasn’t the first time, and it was becoming increasingly clear that she had no intention of giving up. She was delusional, Jasper thought. There was no other explanation for her behavior. The girl believed she had a chance with you. As if you would want an appetizer when you already had a whole ass buffet. (Rosalie was really rubbing off on the soldier; his confidence and bluntness even scared him sometimes.)

"Jasper," Talking about his 'twin', Rosalie wore a smug smirk, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her arm as she leaned against the car, unbothered. "She’s not worth the effort. Do you really believe M/N would be unfateful, much less with her? I will kill him myself if that ever happens." Despite the playfulness in her words, Jasper knew she was being reassuring in her own way, showing that she cared about you both.

Alice, who usually would intervene whenever someone bad mouthed the human, remained silent. Her eyes were fixed on Bella, a rare flicker of disapproval crossing her face. The future she had seen didn’t include Bella vying for your affections, and it unnerved her to no end. But, honestly, whatever included Bella Swan was irritating in itself.

Edward, on the other hand, stood like a statue, glowering. He was seething—his plan to play the hero had spectacularly backfired. Saving Bella from being crushed by that van hadn’t worked as he’d hoped. Instead of falling into his arms, Bella had transferred all her admiration, her obsession, onto you. This caused quite a rift in your non-existent relationship: it wasn't your fault Bella thought you were better than him, that just spoke to how Edward should change himself to attract a mate.

"Bella, stop." Your voice caused the rest of the Cullen siblings to look in your direction. "I tried to be nice, but perhaps I need to be blunt. I don't like you that way. However, you know who does?—Edward. My obnoxious, melodramatic..."

“Is he really trying to be a wingman while insulting you, Edward?” Emmett’s booming voice interrupted with a chuckle, and he shot you a grin, clearly amused by the unexpected turn of events. “Damn, that’s harsh, but at least he’s being honest.”

“Emmett, shut up!” Edward’s hiss was sharp, his patience fraying by the second.

Bella looked at you as if you just revealed you killed her father; face downcast, eyes brimming with tears. You didn't like it one bit. It was as if she didn't listen to what you were saying. Was she deaf?—why did God curse him with these good looks and personality? "Okay, look. I'm sorry, but I had to get that out there. I hope you take my advice, though. Perhaps a dinner at our house might help you see Edward in a new light."

At your words, Bella's mood visibly brightened. Now it was up to your brother Edward to do the rest. Leaving the human standing there, you returned to your siblings, who all had a range of angry, amused, and jealous expressions. But none mattered more than Jasper, whose fury made you feel gooey inside. "Babe," you whispered, "Don't give me that face. I'm just helping Edward finally get his head out of his ass and make a move."

"Does that also include you being on that said date and fucking her because our dear virgin brother is scared? This is not helping, this is just pushing her delusion further." Jasper glared at you, crossing his arms so as not to allow you to wrap yourself around him.

"Jasper, I think you're overreacting—"

"Really?! You know what. Fine, go play hero. But no sex for a month." You stood there, stunned, as the words sank in. A whole month? Jasper wasn’t bluffing, and you knew it. His cold, distant gaze as he settled into the back seat made that abundantly clear. Emmett’s booming laughter only made it worse, the sound grating against your nerves.

“Jasper, wait.” you called, but he didn’t even turn his head. Instead, he closed the car door with a loud thud, shutting himself away in an impenetrable wall of silence.

“Man, he’s really pissed,” Emmett teased, giving you a friendly slap on the shoulder that nearly knocked you off balance. “A whole month, huh? That’s rough, dude. Should’ve just told Bella to take a hike.”

“Yeah, thanks for the advice, Emmett.” you muttered sarcastically, throwing him a dirty look as he continued to snicker. You didn’t need his commentary right now, not when Jasper’s anger was already weighing so heavily on your chest.

You took a deep breath, pushing down the swirl of frustration and anxiety. There was no turning back now. This whole mess was your own doing, and the only way out was to see it through to the end. With a sigh, you opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat, casting a sideways glance at Jasper, who sat stiffly in the back, his arms crossed and his expression resolutely turned away.

The drive home was painfully silent. Jasper didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at you. His silence was worse than any argument, every second dragging out like an eternity. When you finally pulled up to the house, he got out of the car, slammed the door behind him, and headed inside without waiting for you.

Bella didn't waste time inviting herself to their home the next day. Edward picked her up, leaving you to deal with the tension between you and Jasper. The silent treatment from your husband was torture. You thrived off attention and affection, so even if it seemed exaggerated to others, you did feel like you were dying...again.

When Bella arrived, dressed in that blue dress that looked far too formal for a simple dinner, you felt your unease grow. Her eyes were glued to you the second she stepped through the door, blatantly forgetting about Edward, who was beside her, helping place her sweater on the coat rack. “Bella,” you said, forcing a polite smile. “I’m glad you could make it.”

She smiled, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes as she stepped closer. “Thanks for inviting me, M/N. I’m really happy to be here.”

“Of course,” you replied, trying not to wince at the clear undertone in her words. She was still holding on to that fantasy, just as Jasper had feared. You needed to put an end to it—and quickly. "I hope Edward will continue with the house tour. After all, he's the most excited about your company."

Bella nodded furiously, but it was clear she was just agreeing with you for the sake of it. Sighing, you motioned for the couple to head to the kitchen where the rest of the Cullens were preparing dinner. Bella conversed amicably with Esme, who was all too eager to meet this human who managed to steal her son's heart, but Carlisle's greeting was clipped. It's clear who knew more about the current tension and disapproved of Edward's love interest.

"And finally, we have Jasper, M/N's fiance." Edward finished, sighing when Bella's face fell.

"But I thought—"

"Well, you thought wrong." Jasper hissed, eyes narrowed at the human as he pushed himself from the corner of the room. He stood beside M/N, his hand wrapping around the slightly (taller/shorter) man.

"Jasper." Esme sternly said.

"No, I'm tired of watching how she throws herself at my soon-to-be husband. M/N has been pretty clear that he's not interested, yet Bella continues to push. Have some fucking respect for yourself."

"But you two are so young to be getting married—" Was Bella's only response to Jasper's statement, causing half of the room to roll their eyes. Now it was just sad and pathetic.

"Bella, we've been together for some time now. Do you really believe we would be making such a decision if we weren't sure?" It was M/N who replied, snuggling the cold body of his husband. Oh, how he missed this. "Now, with that out of the way, I believe Edward would be thrilled to continue with the tour."

[blac-ivy]

Every time I see a twilight or tvd long x reader fic I get excited and then the name is like

" the other Swan"

" the forgotten Gilbert"

" the secret Mikaelson"

take your ass back to Wattpad because that shit is LAZY.

No adoption mentioned either, which could create such a nice explanation and allow us POC readers to feel like we're not immediately excluded.

And the lack of racial/ethnic diversity, where is your imagination? You could literally craft an entire plot about how your mc has come to be involved with these characters and that's what you go with?

And the mc doesn't have to somehow be more powerful than every other powerful character like, they can just be strong and powerful enough to hold their own y'know?

[lis-likes-fics]

Strange Obsession

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader Word Count: 1.8k words Prompt: Somnophilia Warnings: NSFW, smut, somnophilia (so dub/noncon themes), touching, no penetration, masturbation, panty stealing, Edward's a pervert but we knew that already... A/N: Yeah... Okay.

You look so peaceful.

Moonlight streams in through your curtains as Edward stands in the corner of your room. Your blankets, rustled by your rest, no longer cover your chest and sit, instead, around your waist. Your shirt is so thin, he could see the outline of your nipples through it.

And he can smell your sticky arousal from where he stands.

It's a little unnerving. He’s been coming here for weeks, watching you sleep, listening to your dreams. And when you haven't quite fallen asleep yet, he can still hear your thoughts from the safety of the night outside.

Sometimes he even gets to hear your really intimate ones. He can see through your eyes, clouded in pleasure as you try to stifle your little sounds. He can see the images flashing behind your eyes as you plunge your fingers inside of yourself.

Sometimes even he makes an appearance in these thoughts—a flash of his face or his hands behind your eyes. It's enough to make him keep coming.

He knows he shouldn't be doing this—it's weird and perverted. He should turn around and leave—at least in this new girl's apparent lack of thoughts, he had a valid obsession for coming back. It's a much more potent intrigue.

But there's something about you that draws him, something darker than whatever it is he's found in his heart for Bella Swan.

Your blood is not nearly as maddening. He can hear and see your thoughts clear as day. Your beauty is not so ordinary as Bella’s, and more plainly seen. He's spent time talking to you, and you're not especially remarkable. And yet…

When you begin to stir, he almost runs. But you don't wake.

The slightest sound slips from your lips, a sigh—almost a whimper, even. He watches as you turn onto your belly, your blankets slipping from your body and allowing him to feast on the sight of you.

You're bare beneath the oversized shirt you wear. The shirt has ridden up your back during your adjustment and he can see the bare curve of your ass in the gentle moonlight through the window. One of your legs is bent, meaning his view is only elevated to something even more scandalous.

Images of bare bodies, sweaty skin, grinding and gripping arise within your mind. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, a silent groan in his throat at the sounds of moans and whimpers fill every recess of your thoughts.

Edward doesn't necessarily intend to move forward, but he does. His feet take slow, impossibly silent steps toward you. He reaches out his hand at his side, his fingers flexing and unflexing as he longs to press his fingers to your skin. His fingertips are careful in their venture, brushing delicate flesh and feeling the warmth of your skin radiating off of you.

His eyes catch something peeking out from beneath your blanket and he sees a sliver of pink. Wordlessly, he reaches for it and wraps pale fingers around soft, pink panties. They're damp with what he has come to recognize as your arousal. He smells it in the halls of the school, he smells it when he stands outside of your window at night. It is uniquely you, and it's maddening.

He shuts his eyes and watches the movie in your mind, sensual images of pleasure making it harder for him to resist tangling his fingers in your underwear and bringing them to his nose.

He inhales the scent like honeyed roses, sighing longingly as he presses them closer. It smells sweet, this saccharine scent that fills his mind with nothing but you—makes him grateful for the fact that no one else can hear the thoughts rushing through his head as an arousal he's not used to grows and grows in the pit of his stomach.

When you whimper again, he opens his eyes to see as you grind your hips shallowly into your mattress. Your thoughts are the same, if not more desperate. Your breaths are uneven, interrupted by tiny mewls. He watches as your growing need for pleasure rises within you until he thinks he won't be able to hold himself back any longer.

Edward almost doesn't realize it when his hand drops to his jeans, pulling down the zipper to relieve the hardness of his cock being restricted by the fabric. He stifles a groan when he glances down at himself, too stiff to be ignored as he finally, slowly, shamefully brings his hand to his cock and wraps it tightly around himself.

He's too far gone now. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, knows that it's wrong, that it's perverted. He should never have showed up in the first place.

But you're so peaceful now, even with the way you keen into your mattress and whine at the sinful thoughts in your head. He doesn't know why it's affecting him so deeply, why hearing your thoughts throughout the day, seeing you walk the halls, smelling you in the recesses of his mind makes him so adamant on being here. Even if it were all strictly innocent, he would still be here, watching you sleep watching you dream of pleasure.

He just wants to know what it's like…to be here, with you, in you. His mind is riddled with it, dirtied with it. He wants so badly to have you.

He fists his cock with an unsympathetic hand, stroking and gripping, trying so hard to be done with such a sinful deed. He wishes you didn't exist. He wishes you were never born so that he wasn't standing here, fisting his cock over your half-naked body as he held your panties to his nose.

You continue to grind into your bed to no avail, your whines only deepening when you cannot tame your need.

He's only helping. At least, that's what he'll tell himself when this is all over.

He bends over you, moving closer as his fingertips trail your back again. A tiny hum tickles his ears as they travel farther down, over the dip of your back, over the curve of your bottom. Your hips become a little more eager.

He lets his hand fall between your thighs, and he cups your arousal with a frigid palm. Your hips jerk slightly, but you don't wake.

He pulls his hand away, staring at his palm now slick with your wetness. He brings it close, inhales deeply, lets out a shaky sigh as he lets the scent of you invade his senses.

Edward lays the back of his hand against the bed, securely beneath you as he presses a finger to your clit. He keeps it there, does nothing else. He's steady and still as a statue as he watches you grind against his hand, losing breath in your sleep as a new pressure to your clit adds the pleasure you were needing.

Your tiny sounds grow as you aid yourself in finding a release. He purses his lips to keep quiet as he wraps your panties around his cock and strokes.

Between your breathy whines and his sinful arousal, all thoughts of fleeing have left his mind. He focuses on the thoughts flashing through your head, the way you grind your hips into his hand as you rub your clit over his still finger. Your fingers grip the sheets, your mind reels.

Edward grips himself almost uncomfortably, fucking his fist to your thoughts and your scent and your squirming hips. He can hear the sounds in your head fuzzing, he can see the image becoming brighter as it almost renders itself white noise.

You breathe a moan, a legitimate moan that has him opening his eyes to see your face, half pressed into your pillow. Your eyes flick rapidly behind your eyelids, your brows furrowing in a distant concentration. Sweat is beginning to prick along your spine.

He's not going to be able to hold out much longer—which is good. Being here, doing this, it's a line he knows he should not have crossed. The sooner he can relieve himself of his perverted act, the sooner he can leave you be. Maybe this will be the last time he comes to you. Maybe after this, he will be satisfied enough not to feel the need to come back.

The softness of your panties around his cock is intoxicating. His hips buck into his hand, and he nearly forgets to stay quiet when a sigh falls out of him. He watches your face, enamored by you and your pleasure as you continue to use his hand to find what you so desperately crave.

Your sounds become a little louder, loud enough to mask any puffs of breath he might let escape as the pleasure swells in him.

When he cums, it's a shameful feeling that overcomes him as he continues to fuck his cock into your panties. He stains them with his release, grunting as he loses himself in the pleasure, in your thoughts, in the mewls of your budding ecstasy. It shocks his system and settles once more as a heavy sinking in the pit of his stomach.

He's catching his breath, a deeply subconscious action that he does not realize is taking place until he can hear his breaths in his own ears again. He holds it immediately, steadying his thoughts to try and steer away from the continued filth of yours.

His eyes are glued to you when you find your release. Your jaw drops to let out a surprised moan as you grind harder, slower into his hand. Your arms flex as you grip the sheets, pulling yourself up. The sight is something he will never forget. It will stay with him forever.

And that is how he knows this will not be the last time.

His thoughts are cut short when the white noise of your thoughts are abruptly stolen into something he recognizes as consciousness. In hardly a second, he's tucked back into his jeans and fled from your bedroom window. It's closed so swiftly and so silently that you have no time to even realize it was open to begin with.

You catch your breath, opening your eyes and glancing around you as you try to figure out what this light, airy feeling in your body is coming from. You glance down between your thighs, slick with an arousal you had not fallen asleep with. As you tap your clit experimentally, you're surprised to find its sensitivity.

How did you cum in your sleep?

You glance around once more, as if looking for clues before ultimately coming short. You clammer out of bed to clean yourself up, looking to go back to sleep as quickly as possible.

Edward stands outside of your window, your panties still gripped in his hand, still stained with your arousal and his cum. He shoves them into his pocket and lets out a silent breath.

He will be back.

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